One two three
Who can it be?
They call me Mr. Satan
Evil as can be
Comin' from the realm
Of shadows, that's my home
Comin' to get you
Where ever you may roam
Four five six
Bones break like sticks
Flesh ripped and cut
Bleedin' like a pig
Cryin' out for help
No one hears a sound
Got a brand new bed
Six feet underground
One two three
Who can it be?
It's just Mr. Satan
Come to watch you bleed
Run try to hide
No escapin' me
The only Mr. Satan
Time to rest in peace
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