God damn it’s gonna rain   I only brought my socks   The night might hide my shame   But she won’t dry my bones      The spell that brought me here   Dissipated when the weather turned   Yeah sure, Satan rules but   that doesn’t mean I can’t be practical.      What kind of orgy leaves a sense of deeper love?   What kind of orgy leaves a sense of deeper love?   You need Satan more than he needs you   You need Satan more than he needs you      God damn it, what’s the time?   The babysitter needs a lift by nine   What’s with that fucking kid?   Now who will wax my crucifix?      My girlfriend brought me here   I gotta get her on the telephone   Clean up, fetch the goat   Every summer he can travel in the boot      What kind of orgy leaves a sense of deeper love?   What kind of orgy leaves a sense of deeper love?   You need Satan more than he needs you   You need Satan more than he needs you      It doesn’t look like a man   It doesn’t talk like a man   But does it fuck like a man   Does it, does it fuck like a man?      It doesn’t smell like a man   It doesn’t taste like a man   But does it fuck like a man   Does it, does it fuck like a man?