Some people call me good. Some people call me bad. Some people call me and I always come. Some people need me. Some people want me. If you think you don’t, don’t worry 'cause you will soon. Soy Diablo. Eres Diablo. I’m you, and you’re me. We’re all burning in hell. When I come to your call you got nothing at all, sitting all alone singing poor me. Make a deal with me and when we come to agree, we’ll shake hands and you’ll see that I’m you and you’re me. Soy Diablo. Eres Diablo. I’m you, and you’re me. We’re all burning in hell. So you say you’re religious, praying woe is me. I don’t care what you call it, 'cause you’re all going down with me. The only god I know is the same I just told; you and me, me and you, mankind, we’re all burning in hell. Soy Diablo. Eres Diablo. I’m you, and you’re me. We’re all burning in hell.