Born of hellfire
To the wretched one
Indentured servitude
Is my prospect
But deep down I know
I want to learn dance steps
Satan, won't you hear my plea?
This line of work is not for me
I'm a sensitive soul and I gotta be free
A competitive ice dancer is what I want to be
Pitchfork to the guts
Tie them to the rack
Stick thumbtacks into their eyes
And force their bones to crack
This morbid line of work
Is slowly tearing at my soul
All I want to do is go and learn the tango
Satan, won't you hear my cry?
If this keeps up I know I'm gonna die
I'm a sensitive soul and an entertainer
Please let me go and do the Macarena
Satan, please acknowledge my stress
If this goes on my life will be a mess
I'm a sensitive soul and I've got to get away
I gotta get down on that floor and do the stanky leg