Triple Six
Don’t get head stamped with the devil call sign,
neon bar code ...
666
If you sell your soul,
be made human merchandise
You’re gonna get locked up
in a freezer
Have your salvation permanently put on ice
Being made a cold case
comes with a price
Six sixty six
You struck a bargain
that no sum of money can fix
666
You thought you could cover your sins
with a cobra hood
Why did you purchase evil for good?
Aah ... when you get tricked,
it’s always understood
Playing the whore,
had you lusting for more and more
Ravenous evil tastes
had you greedily licking
the bloody juices off the plate
Filled up your gluttonous jowls
Coroner report says it was murder most foul
You killed yourself for what,
to get triple six stamped on your cold morgue butt?
Being made a suicide patsy
comes with a price
Six sixty six
You took out a bad loan,
and no amount of usury can cover it
666
You paid one devil of a price ...
Triple six has bought your cursed soul
a one-way cruise ticket to Hades,
on the ghost ship Hell Afterlife
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