Socio de Satan
The Pleasure Fuckers
Satan's Partner
You're a disaster
you don't eat anything, dude
On Fridays you only drink
you cook yourself like an idiot
Sex, drugs, rock'n'roll, nobody has told you what it's about
You're burnt, what are you going to do
you want to make a pact with Lucifer
You go to the 'no fun'
a guy with a tail approaches you
he suggests going to the bathroom
and there see how the party is going
you pay with your soul and it brings out the beast in you
You bend down and discreetly
you kiss Beelzebub's ass
Born a loser, the devil made you a winner
Friday you were a loser, Saturday... Satan's partner
Saturday night you show your best look
got a big package, no more boredom
people admire you
you're at your best
you're no longer a wretch
you've made a deal with the devil
