He comes to torture me Lights my obscurity I'm not my former self Bottles ruining my wealth My wicked genii (over and over) Force me to stop the fight (emerging from nowhere) Making my spirits sunk (over and over) And my whole existence drunk (emerging from nowhere)
Gloom and oblivion Are his criteria He breeds my hopeful dreams Castles in the air they seem I will be left alone Foreseen and forlorn Against my back is his knout His acts go round and round
Once again he leans against my front door Checks me, wrecks me, kills me now and then Can't imagine how I existed before Without a bottle and a glass in my hand
SHAITAN IN MY HOUSE MAKES ME DANCE MAKES ME BOUNCE SHAITAN IN MY HOUSE MAKES ME DANCE MAKES ME BOUNCE
Curiosity Has caught me in a trap Trying to break free Still another lap