You bastardised my intellect
Castrated our conviction
You are desperately seeking Satan
Now that you've burned
Your bridges down
You plagiarised and parodied
The magic of our meaning
You can't admit that you're wrong
The spirit is dead and gone
You don't bother me
You are history
A legend in our own mind
Left all your friends behind
No one seems to care
And Satan is not there
There's nothing left to boast
Time to give upthe ghost
You are desperately seeking Satan
Black magic has
Turned to dust
It's time to put
The thing to
Dont Put It Down
I met a boy called Frank Mills
On September twelfth right here
In front of the Waverly
But unfortunately
I lost his address
He was last seen with his friend,A drummer, he resembles George Harrison of the Beatles
But he wears his hair
Tied in a small bow at the back
I love him but it embarrasses me
To walk down the street with him
He lives in Brooklyn somewhere
And wears this white crash helmet
He has gold chains on his leather jacket
And on the back is written the names
Mary
And Mom
And Hell's Angels
I would gratefullyAppreciate it if you see him tell him
I'm in the park with my girlfriend
And please
Tell him Angela and I
Don't want the two dollars back
Just him!