Super Charger Heaven - Rob Zombie

Jesus lived his life in a cheap hotel

On the edge of Route 66 yeah

He lived a dark and twisted life and he

Came right back just to do it again

Eye for an eye and a tooth for the truth

I ain’t never seen a demon warp deal’n

A ring-a-ding rhythm or jukebox racket

My mind can’t clutch the feeling

Devilman, Devilman, calling

Devilman, running in my head yeah

Devilman, Devilman, calling

Devilman, running in my head yeah

Hell hounds lead at the cowardly kings

And carry souls across the river Styx yeah

They see no evil and feel no pain

Sucking juice from a fallen angel

I dreamed I was a super nova fucker nitro-

Burning and fuel injection

Feed the gods a strychnine soul

A motherfucker of invention

Devilman, Devilman, calling

Devilman, running in my head yeah

Devilman, Devilman, calling

Devilman, running in my head yeah

(«Insipientia corde suo, non es deus

Non est vita qui adorem, non es usque ad unum

Es excommunicatus, ex unione fidelium.»)

(«It is not heresy. And I will not recant.»)

Inbreed the witches and worship the dogs

Deformed and fuckin' lazy

Damn yourself and choke on my name

I’d love to love ya baby

Deadringer rats swinging in the trees

Immaculate conception

Bury me an angel God

I need some inspiration

Devilman, Devilman, calling

Devilman, running in my head yeah

Devilman, Devilman, calling

Devilman, running in my head yeah