| It’s the day of the beast
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| And the final dish at the feast
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| Has just been served and eaten
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| And now it’s time for my speech
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| Though a man of science
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| Whose anatomy shouldn’t work
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| I’m a man of few words without lips
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| But with tongue in cheek and shining bones
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| This is the age of the mass population
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| The indoctrination of a herd unheard
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| Who spent too much time whining about…
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| Satan!
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| Now you got your wish
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| Your meet and greet with
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| Satan!
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| What kind of a job is this for a skeleton anyway?
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| Hauling drunken ass fat hypocrites
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| To the halls of the dreaming dead
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| Oh well I guess it isn’t that bad in hell
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| When you don’t think of it in terms of wages
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| There are perks of the trade
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| As a henchman of the dead
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| As a collector of all things that perish
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| I get to take your last breath!
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| Satan!
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| Now you got your wish
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| Your meet and greet with
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| Satan!
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| And as the feast is at an end
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| I chime the bell for those I send
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| Back to the shore of unsure reality
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| With Satan!
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| El Giftus Satanus!
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| The gift that keeps on giving
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| Whether you’re dead whether you’re living
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| El Giftus Satanus!
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| Never wrapped never topped with a bow
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| But hidden torn asunder ‘neath the snow
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| Now you got your wish
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| Your meet and greet in the fire
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| Now you got your wish
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| Your meet and greet with the devil!
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| …With Satan! |