The Lead - He Won't Take a Joke

He Won't Take a Joke


666 and pentagrams on the wall
Dark kingdoms decay and forces fall
I need my booze and marijuana every single day
& all the girls I can bring in & kick out the next day
I look in the mirror & there's my phantom lord
Make me forget the kind of poser that I was before
Satanic bible is creative input
I wake up at night and see red eyes hovering above
Got Kentucky Fried Chicken bones tied round my neck
Playing a game called evil making love to death
A skull-faced succubus with the coldest touch
Fulfills my fantasies of the upside-down cross
A creature of the night lost in my head
Find a metal mama gonna leave her dead
Gotta keep running & who cares where
As long as it's fast as long as I dare
Try to think of it as a game
When you face the real reaper and say
You' didn't mean it when you took God's Name in vain
Playing with satan's fire and walking in the smoke
But satans' got you & he won't take a joke
Ignore the wrinkles forming fast on my face
Pedal to the metal & keep it hell paced
Sometimes I feel something chasing me don't know what
I'll be alright as long as the music don't stop
First it's cool til the cold comes creeping in
In waves of fear and paranoia
Don't know how to get out of what you got in
Played with satan's fire now get ready for the pit & smoke
You chose to play his game but he didn't t take the joke
You & your master
Dying ever after