You Need Satan More Than He Needs You - Future Of The Left

Goddamn it’s gonna rain

I only brought my socks

The night might hide my shame

But shame won’t dry my balls

The spell that brought me here

Dissipated when the weather turned

Yeah, sure, Satan rules but

That doesn’t mean I can’t be practical

What kind of orgy leaves

A sense of deeper love?

What kind of orgy leaves

A sense of deeper love?

You need Satan more than he needs you

You need Satan more than he needs you

Goddamn it, what’s the time?

The babysitter needs a lift by nine

What’s with that fucking kid?

Now who will wash my crucifix?

My girlfriend brought me here

I’ve got to get her on the telephone

Clean up, fetch the goat

If he’s sober he can travel in the boot

What kind of orgy leaves

A sense of deeper love?

What kind of orgy leaves

A sense of deeper love?

You need Satan more than he needs you

You need Satan more than he needs you

It doesn’t look like a man

It doesn’t talk like a man

But does it fuck like a man?

Does it, does it fuck like a man?

It doesn’t smell like a man

It doesn’t taste like a man

But does it fuck like a man?

Does it, does it fuck like a man?

It doesn’t look like a man

It doesn’t talk like a man

But does it fuck like a man?

But does it fuck like a man?

It doesn’t smell like a man

It doesn’t taste like a man

But does it fuck like a man?

But does it fuck like a man?