If you feel all strung out

And can’t figure what it’s all about,

Put a little black

Magic in your life;

If that bitch has you down

And you can do nothing but frown,

Promise Satan your soul and

Pay him back when you die;

You drift on empty days

And your mind is an endless maze,

Flip the tarot card and see

What chance has planned for you;

The undertaker marks you D.O.A.

But it doesn’t mean you have to stay,

Bid the world goodbye

And step into purgatory;

The witch uncovers her crystal ball,

Look inside with no care at all,

The guillotine waits

Smiling above your head;

Get high on magic bud

Or get drunk on chickens blood,

A rabid dog says,

“No one gets out of life alive.”

You travel far from heaven,

Near midnight, it’s half past eleven,

You think you’re so evil,

That’s why you’re a friend of mine;

You welcome blind darkness

And lay down with any mistress,

Retribution waits for

You come judgement day;

Your only companionship

Is a permanent drug trip,

A rotting corpse looks

Like a long lost friend;

You have a taste for suicide,

You run but don’t want to hide,

Whistle in the mist in

A moonlit graveyard;

Holy demons in your sight,

Let them in without a fight,

Your only hope is in the

Hands of the black angel;

If the bloody thorn crown fits

Then don’t even try to fight it,

Just let the blood

Wash out your eyes;

A zombie takes your hand

To lead you to the promised land,

Walk with the dead so

You can find your soul;

Latin wind blows your hair,

Death lurks behind but you don’t care,

You love living in the land of

The serpent and his legions;

This pot of bloody gold

Makes your hearts blood run cold,

The prince of darkness

Rubs his waiting hands;

Live for this day,

Karma will get you anyway,

Someone holds a voodoo doll in

The shape of your dreams . . .