Speak of the devil, And now he’s back With devilish grin, His groove intact His horns are hidden, His manners not lack He works alone, But born in pack He wears fine mask, Expensive, in fact But the eyes are his, Shiny and black
In a glossy red car, He slides over town Suavely, smoothly, Turns heads and frowns Perfectly created, From the underground With the main purpose: To make girls’ hearts pound Beware, be careful, Tell all around You sell your soul, With the devil you’re bound
He’ll ask nicely, You’ll think he’s fine Give little at first, Because he looks so kind With fresh smell of lemon, Lips red like wine He’ll ask for more, More and more in time With Lust and Pride you play, Greed and Gluttony you dine And Wrath and Sloth you sleep with , And Envy in mind
But when you die, You die alone Hopeless tears you weep, Wasted words you moan Gone are the wines, Cash, Guns and all known You cry for comfort , And the forgotten home The cold air is tight, It numbs your bones You call out to the devil, Then beside you he roams
He’ll pull out the mask, and say cruelly “I’m the devil, you see, and nothing is free Your soul is mine, But the sins you keep Heaven is off limit, For you to be It’s where cupids fly, And angels meet Your place is here, Down here with me”.
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