I’ve got a taste for the dirty,
I’ve got a taste for the weird,
And I’m looking for something I can’t find around here.
And all these little church mice,
They just bore me, just bore me.
I play my records backwards,
My crosses upside down,
I’ll read the tarot for any girl in town,
And anything that I catch has gotta floor me, dance for me.

Guys like me,
Want devil music,
From underneath,
We love devil music.
Heaven don’t want me in their state of grace,
And hell’s afraid I’d take over the place,
So let’s raise up the horns to devil music!

I dream of thousands just like you,
Turning their backs on you know who,
And living life for today,
Instead of waiting to die, just waiting to die.
Cuz paradise is a place we can find right here,
With electric guitars, condoms, drugs, and beer,
Existing in the now,
Instead of watching life go by, life go by.

Guys like me,
Want devil music,
From underneath,
We love devil music.
Heaven don’t want me in their state of grace,
And hell’s afraid I’d take over the place,
So let’s raise up the horns to devil music!