Lyrics:

'Where am I? I smell fire...'
'Burn... burn... burn...'
'Fire... fire... fire...'
'What have I become?'
'Why do you think they call it dope, dope?'
'It's gettin' hot...'
'Oh... no...'

Satan is his name from hell he came
Some call him Lucifer
But he hides his horns in many different forms
But still is Lucifer

[chorus]
The devil is dope - out of control!
The devil is dope - out to get your soul!
The devil is dope - out of control!
The devil is dope - The devil is dope!

He plays tricks, begins with kicks
So beware, my brothers and sisters.
Next thing that you know, you gotta Jones... Look out!
Here comes the pusher.

Brothers and sisters you better beware

While you're gettin' high,
Lucifer is pullin' you down lower;
He'll make you a slave,
Then put you in your grave...
And close the door.

Don't you help your pusherman.
Or you'll wind up six feet under!
You think you're superfly,
But you're getting much too high...