Lyrics:

'Look, I know the supernatural is something that isn't supposed to happen, but it does happen.'

Jesus lived his life in a cheap hotel on the edge of Route 66
He lived a dark and twisted life and he came right back just to do it again
Eye for and eye and a tooth for the truth, I ain't never seen a demon warp dealing
A ring-a-ding rhythm or jukebox racket, my mind can't clutch the feeling

Devilman, Devilman, calling Devilman
Running in my head
Devilman, Devilman, calling Devilman
Running in my head

Hell hounds lead at the cowardly kings and carry souls across the river Styx
They see no evil and feel no pain, sucking juice from a fallen angel
I dreamed I was a super nova fucker nitro-burning and fuel injection
Feed the gods a strychnine soul, a motherfucker of invention

Devilman, Devilman, calling Devilman
Running in my head
Devilman, Devilman, calling Devilman
Running in my head

'Insipientia corde suo, non es deus. Non est vita qui adorem, non es usque ad unum. Es excommunicatus, ex unione fidelium.'

(( Foolish of heart, thou art not a god. There is no life for those who do not adore, and to a man thou hast not. Thou art excommunicated from the union of the faithful. ))

'It is not heresy, and I will not recant!'

Inbreed the witches and worship the dogs deformed and fucking lazy
Damn yourself and choke on my name I'd love to love you baby
Deadringer rats swinging in the trees, immaculate conception
Bury me an angel God I need some inspiration

Devilman, Devilman, calling Devilman
Running in my head
Devilman, Devilman, calling Devilman
Running in my head