From the Devil Himself

He had a cheap guitar
 And he wrote this tune
 It goes: "Somebody owes me something.
 It might as well be you."
 Hey now
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out
 He had a dirty mind
 And sent this note
 It said: "We're gonna get some money for nothing.
 On every song you wrote."
 Hey now
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out
 You were sent from the devil himself to me (yeah)
 And I'll see you in hell before we're through
 'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
 He had a crooked eye
 With a sideways glance
 And thought: "I'll catch you in some twisted logic,
 And then I'll watch you dance."
 Hey now
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out
 Six billion people
 Six billion ways (to do)
 Six billion kinds of damage
 That all feel the same
 Hey now
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out
 You were sent from the devil himself to me (yeah)
 And I'll see you in hell before we're through
 'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
 You were sent from the devil himself to me (yeah)
 And I'll see you in hell before we're through
 'Cause I got nothing to prove
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out
 You're gonna get your blood sucked out