Good morning mister devil I have a job for you
you are so damn attractive so full of wiched cherm
I will give you my soul if I’m forced to do sobut you must help me now, you who reign in the dark
Why? Why did you shoot in my head? My brain now is cooming out of my skull
And now my blood is staining the floor It’s strange! I had never seen it before
Good morning Mr. Man It’s not what you think at all
I will not work for you in fact I never do
To justly your urges, you bad and feral deeds
you swear and bag for mercy, placing all the blame on me!
Your bullet broke down my window I’m sure my mum will be angry with me
And Now you’re chasing your guilty fellow Who’s running through off the trees
Did you see that, Mr Man? I’m just making eyes
While men kill men Like sparks light fires
Damn it, Mr Devil, I finally understand
Evil is not you, the Davil is the man