I've got a taste for the dirty
I've got a taste for the weird
And I'm looking for something I can't find around here
And all these little church mice
They just bore me, just bore me
I play my records backwards
My crosses upside down
I'll read the tarot for any girl in town
And anything that I catch has gotta floor me, dance for me

Guys like me
Want devil music
From underneath
We love devil music
Heaven don't want me in their state of grace
And hell's afraid I'd take over the place
So let's raise up the horns to devil music!

I dream of thousands just like you
Turning their backs on you know who
And living life for today
Instead of waiting to die, just waiting to die
Cuz paradise is a place we can find right here
With electric guitars, condoms, drugs, and beer
Existing in the now
Instead of watching life go by, life go by

Guys like me
Want devil music
From underneath
We love devil music
Heaven don't want me in their state of grace
And hell's afraid I'd take over the place
So let's raise up the horns to devil music!