Satan #1 if you want fun, and kicks and burning flesh, a human leather vest distress.
See you in the cave of deathly delights, your face will be Satan's uptight fright night light.
You will go to work, working everyday, Satan's bill to pay, on your bones he'll play.
You will make him laugh, do a sordid tap, on his stage in hell, 'til he's had his fill, all your guts to spill.
He will make you dance, you'r skull a ball he'll bounce.
It will be alright, play your lyre all night, at least he doesn't bite-much.
You will miss your mom, attracted to his song. Satan does no wrong, you knew all along.
He will make you food, he's a spicy dude. Charbrolin' in hell, kinda swell.
Everywhere you turn, Satan makes a burn, on yr searing skin, yr tat' for fellow kin.