6-6-4, right next door, 6-6-8, the very next gate 6-6-3, across the street Hail Satan! We're the neighbors of the beast
The devil had us over For a backyard barbecue The flames flared high upon his grill Without lighter fluid So I said to the devil, How do your flames rise up so well? He pointed to the ground and said, It's the Bar-Be-Que pit from hell!
The devil takes his garbage out, The devil mows his lawn I guess he pays his taxes He's lived there for so long You might think it's scary To have Satan on my street But I'm a lot more scared Of those fundamentalist Bible-thumping creepsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
