Bikinigram from Satan - Dr. Steel

Not a time or a place

Not a name or a face in mind

He wants to spread disgrace

Like a cardboard «help me» sign

He’s a man with a mission

He’s a man with a plan

He’s a man when he talks people listen

And he’s shouting

Out your karma from a hot dog stand

In a velvet cape, lighting up

He rides an alligator on his way

To a junkie in a bathtub

And in his big, black Cadillac

He’s been known to do a doughnut in the parking lot

Of the Pearly Gates

And he laughs a lot

He’s on a Revelation Vacation

He got a bikinigram from Satan

He’s on a Revelation Vacation

He got a bikinigram from Satan

Eating deviled eggs

Pulling up Puny Devil Kneesocks on his skinny legs

Half naked in the fireplace

Crashing stocks and bonds

Giving people ideas on how to build an A-bomb

On his front lawn

There’s a guy in a tie

With a Bible in a briefcase

(And he’s ding dong ditching.)

He’s on a Revelation Vacation

He got a bikinigram from Satan

Burning up for fun, he’s a trillion years old

With a spear like a tail and a back bone throne

Never minds, sips his wine

He’s singing «Bub-Belzibub

The world’s corrupt and it’s mine!»

Head guy on top of Mt. Sinai

He’s drawing upside down triple nines in the skies

He’s rolling snake eyes

He’s rolling snake eyes

He’s rubbing snake thighs