Lyrics Bikinigram from Satan - Dr. Steel

Bikinigram from Satan

Not a time or a place
Not a name or a face in mind
He wants to spread disgrace
Like a cardboard «help me» sign
He’s a man with a mission
He’s a man with a plan
He’s a man when he talks people listen
And he’s shouting
Out your karma from a hot dog stand
In a velvet cape, lighting up
He rides an alligator on his way
To a junkie in a bathtub
And in his big, black Cadillac
He’s been known to do a doughnut in the parking lot
Of the Pearly Gates
And he laughs a lot
He’s on a Revelation Vacation
He got a bikinigram from Satan
He’s on a Revelation Vacation
He got a bikinigram from Satan
Eating deviled eggs
Pulling up Puny Devil Kneesocks on his skinny legs
Half naked in the fireplace
Crashing stocks and bonds
Giving people ideas on how to build an A-bomb
On his front lawn
There’s a guy in a tie
With a Bible in a briefcase
(And he’s ding dong ditching.)
He’s on a Revelation Vacation
He got a bikinigram from Satan
Burning up for fun, he’s a trillion years old
With a spear like a tail and a back bone throne
Never minds, sips his wine
He’s singing «Bub-Belzibub
The world’s corrupt and it’s mine!»
Head guy on top of Mt. Sinai
He’s drawing upside down triple nines in the skies
He’s rolling snake eyes
He’s rolling snake eyes
He’s rubbing snake thighs