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