Sweet Satan - Beck

It was back in the old days

In the time of my grief

When the ladies all disowned me

And my lungs could scarcely breathe

And the wildlife was growing wilder by the day

And I stuck to myself mostly

There was a band of brothers

Who rode unto me

Throwing accusations

I could rarely see

They put a hand upon me

And hung me upside down

And emptied out my pockets

And kicked me on the ground

They took out the hot poker

And branded on my chest

Twisted my ear off

Gasoline on my vest

Set me all a-flaming

Periled and defeated

Pelted me with stones

That felt like certain death

They went on to my lady

And made her kneel low

Tore all her hair loose

And cut through her clothes

Laughed and they hollered

And they painted the horses orange

Put the kids together

And tied them to the porch

Then blaze upon blaze

Did the devils rally 'round

With rifles and sticks

Did they pound on the ground

I rambled and I tumbled

And I fell to my feet

And I never knew the sweat of satan

Tasted so sweet