Driving down the road,
In a '67 car,
Over the states we go,
Drinking in the bars.
The classic music blares,
Making Sammy glare,
What fun it is to go around,
Hunting monster down,
Jingle Hell's unholy bells,
Crowley is the king,
Cas is God,
And now he's not,
Oh fuck we're in deep.
The leviathans are free,
Dick is not so clean,
So we must find the perfect time,
To go to purgatory.
Jingle Hell's unholy bells,
Dean Winchester's back,
Sam is fine,
Monsters in line,
Cas is on the rack.
And now we're nearly dead,
It's not Cas in his head,
Gay love will break through everything,
And save lives in the end.
Jungle Hell's unholy bells,
We didn't close the gates,
Now heavens falling,
Monsters calling,
We're playing with the fates.
