When I was a little kid I let the devil buy my soul
  He bought it for a pocketful of talent and a pot of gold
  But now it ain`t so fun no more
  The gold is spent my soul is torn
  I feel like Robert Johnson wearing dreads
  Hey devilman be cool with me
  Release my soul oh can`t you see
  I`m outta luck
  I`m so fucked
  I think I`m gonna lose it and you know you made me choose it I am
  
  Devil devil
  Man I`m driven by the devil
  Don`t fuck with me devil
  Devil devil
  Man I`m driven by the devil
  Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
  
  I hear his voice inside my head he`s fucking with me all the time
  He`s tryin` to gain control of me he`s masturbating with my mind
  But now I`ve come to realise
  That I`ve become what I despise
  But will he let me bargain for my soul
  No
  The devil has a grip on me
  He`s mapping out my destiny
  I`m outta luck
  I am so fucked
  I think I`m gonna lose it and the devil made me choose it I am
  
  Devil devil
  Man I`m driven by the devil
  Devil devil
  Man I`m driven by the devil
  
  I never look in the mirror
  So scared what I might see
  I am afraid that my demons
  Are gonna come for me
  I cannot take this much longer
  I`m gonna break real soon
  And you`ll find me on your rooftop
  Howling at the moon