I'm quite the desp'rate pe-erso-on
My life's been kinda draini-in' down the loo-oo
And so this pentagram's bu-urnin'
It's not somethin' that I would resort to-o
But all the facts are plain, I've sunk this lo-ow
Hope that my soul can be loa-oaned

I've rai-aised a-a demon for me
To dea-eal wi-ith what causes grief
A demon who's red and not blue
And that demon i-is you

How was the trip from He-ell, du-ude?
Must be fun whippin' Hitler ev'ryda-ay
But that's not why I summo-oned you
To chat mindlessly, would be-e such a wa-aste
Of setting up the ritual in he-e-e-ere
I'll stop starin' at your ea-ears

You're ju-ust the-e demon for me
With you-our stre-ength, havok you'll wreak
A demon with brown, cloven hooves
And that demon is you
And that demon i-is you
And that demon is you
And that demon i-is you

This whole thing makes me ne-ervous
I stammer when you ask why I called you-ou
Well, you see that one dude across the roa-oad?
He bumped into me once, so-o-o

I se-end thee-ee demon to wreak
Vengea-eance o-on that uncouth freak
Who dared to not sidestep and move
Go forth, demon, do-o you
I ca-alled you-ou, demon, to go
So why-y hover in place like so?
I think I misread "petty", true
Now it seems that I-I'm screwed