| I was at the Lion’s Lair
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| And who should I sit next to there
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| But Satan.
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| He ordered me a beer
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| And he looked me in the eye.
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| He said he was my friend.
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| I knew that was a lie.
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| He’s the man behind my sins.
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| I seem to fall because of him.
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| God damn, I hate him.
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| So, this is my last song about Satan.
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| So I said, «Lucifer, you piece of shit,
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| I should kick your ass right where you sit--
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| All the hell you put me through.
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| My mother cries because of you.»
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| Now Satan didn’t like that much.
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| He said some words about fire and such.
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| Then I found myself in burnin' hell.
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| I wasn’t feelin' all so well.
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| Well this is my last song about Satan.
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| Well I must have gone back in time
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| About the time after Jesus died.
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| He was down there preachin' in that hole
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| To all us dark and lonely souls.
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| And He said, «Son, why are you here?
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| You should be back home drinkin' beer,
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| Writin' songs about God and Glory.
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| Don’t use the Devil in your story.»
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| Well this is my last song about Satan--
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| No more songs about evil with filth and vile and booze,
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| No more songs about my hell.
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| I’ve nothin' left to prove.
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| So this is my last song about Satan.
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| So this is my last song about Satan.
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| Well I felt a knock upon my head
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| And I woke back home in my bed.
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| It was a dark and dismal mornin'.
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| Was this some kind of Godly warnin'?
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| So I said, «That's it, I’m on the level,
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| No more songs about the Devil.»
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| Then I felt a little twinge
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| when I realized that my hair was singed.
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| Well this is my last song about Satan--
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| No more songs about evil with filth and vile and booze,
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| No more songs about my hell.
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| I’ve nothin' left to prove.
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| This is my last song about Satan.
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| This is my last song about Satan.
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| Well this is my last song about Satan. |