Lets cruise through the village I’ve got some devils chores Ill Flash my smirk to turn saints into whores I’m an agent of rest, I’m just here for your relief I’m not one of Gods tests, so live tonight with no belief
The festivities I partake in have been a staple for ages Heavenly work is forsaken because hell pays better wages So, have any lover that you want, I’ll woe them for your sake Don’t worry about tomorrow, some hearts are meant to break
Sex, drugs, and -oh, you know the idiom Weed, snow, and this stuffs called “cinnamon“ You’re itching to burn I’m scratching the singe The ball is now a’rolling and you’re liking the binge
I’m smoking on the turn and Ill fling you off your hinge The only price is a hangover that would make a junkie cringe The engine is on fire and Its soaked in gasoline The pistons keep on pumping with some spit and Vaseline
I’ll sling dope while dressed in drag And give hope to those dressed in rag You can call me a dog; Im a bitch who freed the pound I’ll bark in your ear and I’ll make you love the sound
From the city of angels To the Bible back woods To the broken angry homes and the wealthy neighborhoods I’m not the devil, I’m only his friend Call me a good time and a good time I’ll send.