Suicide's An Alternative / You'll Be Sorry

Well, I’ve got a little story to tell
About a little red-assed punk that came from Hell
He said Satan’s been lookin, especially after me
He said Satan’s got a paper, gonna set your body free
He said, «Power and glory, bitches for screwing
All in your name, and all for you today»
Oh yeah
«Power and fame, all in your name
All of the gold and bitches you ever could have»
Oh yeah
«You'll have power, fame, all in your name
All that you want, all that you need
Anything that you ever could read
Anything that you ever would need»
«Well sign the paper, that’s all you do
Sign the paper it’s ready, too
Anything there, it’s all for you
Well this is all you got to do»
So I looked him in the eye and I said, «Fuck you, you little red-assed
goblined-breathed horned-head motherfucker!»
'Cause I don’t care too much about gold
And I don’t really give a fuck what you’ve been told
And I don’t really care for anyone looking after me
'Cause I’m a meaner son of a bitch than that fuck ever could be, haha