He had a cheap guitar
And he wrote this tune
It goes, "Somebody owes me something
It might as well be you"
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood sucked out
He had a dirty mind
And he sent this note
It said, "We're gonna get some money for nothing
On every song you wrote"
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood sucked out
You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
And I'll see you in hell before we're through
'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
He had a crooked eye
With a sideways glance
And thought, "I'll catch you in some twisted logic
And then I'll watch you dance"
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood sucked out
Six billion people
Six billion ways (To do)
Six billion kinds of damage
That all feel the same
Hey now
You're gonna get your blood sucked out
You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
And I'll see you in hell before we're through
'Cause I got nothing to prove to you
You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)
And I'll see you in hell before we're through
'Cause I got nothing to prove
You're gonna get your blood sucked out
You're gonna get your blood sucked out
You're gonna get your blood sucked out
You're gonna get your blood sucked out