The root of
All evil
In a person
With shiny eyes
And hair like
A feather
Black leather
And a charming smile
He'll touch you
And burn you
And break you
Down to your core
Succumbing to evil
I thought I
Was something more
Oh, Lucy, please
Quit taunting me
Oh, Lucy, please
Quit taunting
Quit taunting
Quit taunting me
His mind is
A fortress
You can't fight
Your way inside
His body's
A temple
Made up of
Brimstone and fire
You cannot
Resist him
When you look in
His shiny eyes
The face of
An angel
With the heart of
Something less nice
Oh, Lucy, please
Quit taunting me
Oh, Lucy, please
Quit taunting
Quit taunting
Quit taunting me
Succumbing
To evil
I thought I
Could never be
I look in
The mirror
And the darkness
Looks back at me
I can't help
The feeling
That irks me
That I'm falling down
From heaven
Through the earth
To hellfire
To wear his crown
