[LIVE FROM MELBOURNE — 1988. Packed stadium, wide crowd mics, amp bleed, huge live drums, constant audience roar between sections.] [OPENING — Crowd chants under feedback.] [MALE LEAD — spoken] Melbourne! You ready to go back? [CROWD] BACK TO HELL! [Intro — Highwire Riff: bright inverted B, D, E and A triads on the upper four strings, fifth to tenth frets; bass carries low roots; hard syncopated stabs, ringing B and high-E strings, full-band chokes. Rhythm guitar states two bars alone; bass and huge live drums slam in; hot lead answers above the twelfth fret with a bent double-stop. Crowd surges on the downbeat.] [Verse 1 — Extreme high nasal male rock tenor, F-sharp4–B4; squeezed full-voice head-mix, forward mask resonance, pinched reedy squawk, razor-bright sandpaper rasp. Lead guitar answers every second line; crowd reacts in the gaps.] I kicked the gate, I got my name Stamped on the ash in a crooked frame Took one look at the easy road Got bored to death, chose the heavy load Boots on glass, I laughed out loud Felt too clean in a dirty crowd Saw that grin on the other side Said, “Save my seat, I’m coming back inside” [Pre-Chorus — Vocal climbs G-sharp4 toward C-sharp5; reedy head-mix intensifies. Open hi-hat and rising upper-string chords drive; crowd claps with the snare.] ’Cause the heat knows me Yeah, the heat owns me One more step And I’m back where I burn [Chorus — Vocal stays high in A4–C-sharp5, piercing nasal yowl and brassy rasp. Bright tenor gang and crowd own every parenthetical answer; crash-heavy full-band surge.] Back to hell (Back to hell!) It’s loud, it’s wild, it fits me well Back to hell (Back to hell!) Tell the Devil I’m alive and well (Hell! Hell!) (Back to hell!) [Highwire Riff Break 1 — Four bars of the upper-string hook; inverted B–D–E answers A–E–F-sharp–B. Bass drives roots; lead heckles each gap with raked double-stops, wide bends and the rising three-note scream. Crowd sings the three-note phrase back; snare flam launches Verse 2.] [Verse 2 — Same extreme high nasal tenor, F-sharp4–B4; compressed wiry body, pinched resonance, reedy sandpaper shriek. Stronger snare and sharper lead replies.] Chrome on my jacket, split in the sleeve I wear the scars like a guarantee Mouth full of smoke and a crooked laugh I left for peace, came running back No halo fits, no velvet throne I like my backbone hard as stone If heaven’s calm, then let it be Give me the riot and revelry [Pre-Chorus — Vocal climbs G-sharp4 toward C-sharp5; tom lift, open hi-hat and rising upper-string chords. Crowd claps and begins the hook early.] ’Cause the heat knows me Yeah, the heat owns me One more step And I’m back where I burn [Chorus — Vocal sustains A4–C-sharp5; piercing nasal yowl, pinched brassy rasp. Gang and crowd answer; relentless crashes and upper-register chord attack.] Back to hell (Back to hell!) It’s loud, it’s wild, it fits me well Back to hell (Back to hell!) Tell the Devil I’m alive and well (Hell! Hell!) (Back to hell!) [Lead Guitar Feature — Eight bars over the Highwire Riff. Rhythm holds bright inverted chords; lead begins with the recurring three-note hook, then raked double-stops, enormous whole-step bends, fast pull-offs, a descending blues burst and one screaming high bend across a full-band choke. Crowd sings the hook back, then roars through the choke.] [Bridge — Upper-register speak-sing rasp around F-sharp4–B4; kick, bass and clipped high-chord punches keep driving. Each “more” rises higher; crowd takes the final “More.” Full chords burst open on “lock that gate.”] I tried the light I tried the cure But my pulse kept screaming— More More More So lock that gate Don’t call me back I chose the fire I chose the black [Stomp Break — Tight pinched nasal snarl. Kick and snare keep driving; crowd joins every word; one bright chord stab after each, lead scraping upward through the gaps.] Back To Hell [Full-band choke. Crowd roars.] I said— Back. To. Hell. [Re-entry — Highwire Riff explodes through two passes; crowd chants beneath it; crash cymbals, snare fill and an above-the-twelfth-fret lead scream launch the Final Chorus.] [Final Chorus — Extreme high nasal tenor peaks at C5–D5; doubled reedy head-mix rasp, piercing brassy squawk. Bright tenor gang and crowd answer every line; lead guitar counters the vocal.] Back to hell (Back to hell!) It’s loud, it’s wild, it fits me well Back to hell (Back to hell!) Tell the Devil I’m alive and well (Hell! Hell!) (Back to hell!) Back to hell! [Outro — Highwire Riff repeats four times. Crowd chants “Back to hell” under each pass. Lead escalates from octave stabs to wild high bends and rapid double-stops; abrupt upper-register unison hit, cymbal choke and amp feedback.] [MALE LEAD — shouted] Melbourne! [CROWD — alone after the band stops] BACK TO HELL! [Crowd erupts through the feedback.]
