Well the hardest part about being the Devil,
Is that nobody wants to party with you,
I turn every pool into a hottub,
Every beer into a few.
The hardest part of being on fire,
Nobody wants to hold your hand,
If I had legs instead of hooves,
Maybe I could be your man.

So I'm sorry that I'm always busy, feeding friends to dogs,
If you lived as long as I have then forever wouldn't seem so long.

My bed is made of appendages, so it's hard to make you stay.
I'd totally go down on you, if my stupid horns weren't in the way.
Your parents own a big red book that swears I'm a disgrace.
But your little brother's Pantera posters are plastered with my face.

So I'm sorry that I'm way too tall and it makes you feel so small,
But my wings can take you to any height in any place at any time at all.

Six, six, another six, fucking on a pile of dicks,
What you're into is what I'm into.
3:10 74, same commandments broke before,
3:16 is here to please.

Who needs directions, when we already hit rock bottom?
No good with problems, I don't solve 'em I just cause 'em.
I've met Amy Whinehouse, Princess Diana,
The broad from Breakfast at Tiffany's,
But even inside rotting flesh,
You got the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.

So I'm sorry that I get self conscious when you scream Oh God in bed,
And I'm sorry for all the bad things in my head,
I'm sorry that I'm Satan but I didn't choose to be,
If the world believes in magic angels,
why can't they believe in you and me?