Lyrics: Lewis Franklin
Music: Lewis Franklin
Charlie, You will do well
My sweet demon belle
One day you'll rule Hell
And all the sinners as well
You might doubt yourself
But we're here to help
You'll slaughter, expel
Burning those who rebel
Please promise me
That you'll never be holy
There's no point in atoning
Cause Heaven's worse than it sounds
And don't ever
(No don't)
And don't ever take
Shit from other demons, Charlie
And don't
Don't ever
(No don't)
Don't ever
No, ooh
Charlie
This clientele
At your hopeless hotel
Won't change that they fell
Down the seven rings of Hell
No amount of help
Will redeem themselves
They are ignoble
Among some other things as well
And don't ever
(No don't)
And don't ever take
Shit from other demons, Charlie
And don't
Don't ever
(No don't)
Don't ever
No, ooh
Don't
Please promise me
That you'll never be holy
There's no point in atoning
Cause Heaven's worse than it sounds
And don't ever
And don't ever take
Shit from other demons, Charlie