Satan's Finest

There are three things That leads to pain I think the horned man Has done his best The first one is booze, Your life it drains Takes you to prison, Criminally insane Satan's finest, Well, that's for sure Making you want them And begging for more The second is money, Brings the world to an end The rich men are leaders, The poor, they can starve The worst one is women, They must be hell-sent Tearing your soul out And makes you drink more Satan's finest, Well, that's for sure Making you want them And begging for more God in heaven, The shepherd above Will die in his grave Satan is smiling, Your soul he will save His kingdom is filled With those who believe The meaning of life Is one of those three Satan's finest, Well, that's for sure Making you want them And begging for more Satan's finest, Well, that's for sure Making you want them And begging for more Making you want them And begging for more Satan's finest, Well, that's for sure Making you want them And begging for more