Some people call me Lucifer
Some people Samael
Some people call me a Fallen Angel
But they don’t really know me that well
I do not make you evil
I do not cause you pain
I do not hang around that much
I have people who do that for me
There is an Angel of Death that I’m fond of
She spends quite a bit of time up there
But if she wasn’t doing her thing for you
We’d be long long gone from here
And how would you know that you were good?
How would you know you were bad?
If you didn’t have someone to look up to
Someone to look down upon from up there?
Now, I’m not saying that it was easy
When I was up in heaven way back when
Just wanted what I thought was mine
Not rip or crimp or tear
I was once a shining star
A veritable son of the dawn
Before I caught this reputation
And started living down below
You might say it was a misunderstanding
That led us here to where we’re at
You might say that I’ve paid my dues
After six thousand years of all that
Your dead are now my companions
But I don’t treat them as bad as you’ve heard
We spend a lot of time around our campfires
It’s really hot as hell down here
I’m not as bad as you might be expecting
Happy to share with you my good smokes
I’d lend you three dollars for some cheap red wine
And later carry you all the way back home
Some people call me Uh-zay-zel
Even I sometimes get confused
There isn’t just one kind of devil
There isn’t just one kind of abuse
For all of those worshiping beauty
Don’t think that you’re out of my range
I once knew a man said he knew me
But he didn’t know beauty is change
Don’t we all want to rise to the highest
Top of the mountain on the top of the range?
Don’t we all want to make it in one piece
Instead of falling down down from this grace?
Instead of falling down down from this grace?
Instead of falling down down from this grace?
Instead of falling down down down down down
Down from this grace?