Satan is a senior in high school
And he likes wearing blazers
That “compliment”
Knee-high platform boots
Thinks that the Sex Pistols
Made the realest music
And that anyone who listens
To rap is stupid
Satan’s dating a lesbian
Who’s keeping the relationship
Secret from all of
Her other friends
He knows a lot of people
Always makes a person laugh
But never was the type
To be invited out
You can find him in Olympia
Where he stalks the night
And eats in at unknown
Cafes downtown
He dwells in your heart
Always tempting to let
Nostalgia tear apart
What’s been built up
Satan wears ladies’ boots
And struts with pride
Though with his long hair
He gets hit on by guys
He drives while listening
To punk rock, and everyone
Know his horns are in
His confident aggression
Unfriendly and cryptic
So that he’d tempt more
Of those who were curious
To investigate his influence
Yet everyone talked
Behind his back
Satan was popular
But sometimes unliked
Brash and loud
First to speak in a room
When no one asked
To be spoken to
Satan is 17
And the ruler of hell,
A domain rather nice,
He would say
Thinks he’s the best
He can be
Sneaking to the city
And doing “evil” deeds
Never would ever be
Arrested for so much
As trespassing, and
Of that, he’s paranoid
Satan rings out by
A single voice
Of his lover, using
One of many
Seemingly never as
Interesting as the things
He causes and is
Involved with
And his tiny kingdom
Of 3 square miles
Would be rocked to know
There are thousands out there
This was Satan
And his life
The best it would ever be
And shallow as hell
Consume Reality! 