People used to tell me Joe you'd better cool out
  Playing in a band and blowing out your mind
  They used to tell me one day your gonna find out
  You're fucking up your life and wasting all your time
    I've toiled and I've tried before
  But my efforts have left me poor
  But now I've got a feeling
  About a fiendish friend
    I've played and I've paid my way
  But I'm not here to stay
  Until I've got a deal with the evil one
    And you'll put me on
  It might take eight years
  And then you will find
  You've wasted all your time
    It might take eight years
  But you're gonna go far
  You're gonna be a star
  And you'll be getting high
  Every single night
  You're gonna be a star
  In eight years he became a rock god!
    I'm losing my respect for people who sell their souls
  Making money pretend to play rock'n'roll
  I can't believe my ears is it true what am I seeing
  You spend more time on your hair than you do practicing
  Mr. Major label soft porn video
  Making sure that all your teenage fans will go
  When no musicians seem to give a shit
  No rockers bang their heads to it
  So how could you stoop so low
  Could you lose your self-respect
  What's going on inside your head
  SATAN MADE ME DO IT!