People used to tell me: "Joe you'd better cool out,

Playing in a band and blowing out your mind..."

They used to tell me one day: "You're gonna find out,

You're fucking up your life and wasting all your time..."



I've toiled and I've tried before

But my efforts have left me poor

But now I've got a feeling

About a frendish friend

I've played and I've paid my way

But I'm not here to stay

Until I've got a deal with the evil one



And you'll put me on

It might take eight years

And then you will find

You've wasted all your time



It might take eight years

But you're gonna go far

You're gonna be a star

And you'll be getting hgih

I very single night

You're gonna be a star

In eight years he became a rock god!



I'm losing my respect for people who sell their souls

Making money pretend to play rock'n'roll

I can't believe my ears is it true what I am seeing

You spend more time on your hair than you do practicing

Mr. Major label soft porn video

Making sure that all your teenage fans will go

When no musicians seem to give a shit

No rockers bang their heads to it

So how could you stoop so low

Could you lose your self-respect

What's going on inside your head



SATAN MADE ME DO IT