Born of hellfire To the wretched one Indentured servitude Is my prospect But deep down I know I want to learn dance steps
Satan, won't you hear my plea? This line of work is not for me I'm a sensitive soul and I gotta be free A competitive ice dancer is what I want to be
Pitchfork to the guts Tie them to the rack Stick thumbtacks into their eyes And force their bones to crack This morbid line of work Is slowly tearing at my soul All I want to do is go and learn the tango
Satan, won't you hear my cry? If this keeps up I know I'm gonna die I'm a sensitive soul and an entertainer Please let me go and do the Macarena
Satan, please acknowledge my stress If this goes on my life will be a mess I'm a sensitive soul and I've got to get away I gotta get down on that floor and do the stanky leg