Lyrics
You
know
he's
good,
he's
bad
He
loves
it
when
you're
sad
He
loves
to
rock
out
With
his
cock
hanging
out
So
hold
your
horns
up
Like
you
just
don't
give
a
fuck
So
sing
out
loud
with
the
sinners
around
And
c'mon
And
he
don't
need
no
fucking
sympathy
He
represents
the
highest
class
I'm
talking
about
you
and
me
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
You
know
he's
black,
he's
white
He's
always
fucking
right
He
loves
to
drink,
fight
And
fuck
every
night
He's
so
sharp
dressed
Sometimes
a
fucking
mess
So
sing
out
loud
If
you're
evil
and
proud,
c'mon
And
he
don't
need
no
fucking
sympathy
He
represents
the
highest
class
I'm
talking
about
you
and
me
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
And
he
don't
need
no
fucking
sympathy
He
represents
the
highest
class
I'm
talking
about
you
and
me
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
So
have
some
faith
in
the
devil
1 Buried With Children
2 A Bullet Named Christ
3 Rot for Me
4 Till Death Do Us Party
5 American Werewolves In London
6 Elect Death for President
7 Faith In the Devil
8 Curse Of Me
9 Morgue Than Words
10 Kill You Before You Kill Me
11 Happily Ever Cadaver
12 Die Sci-Fi
13 Burn the Flames (Bonus Track)
14 Good Day to Die
15 R.A.M.O.N.E.S.
16 Too Much Blood
17 The Ghost of Vincent Price
18 My Home Sweet Homicide
19 Haddonfield
20 Post Mortem Boredom
21 Look What the Bats Dragged In
22 I Walked With a Zombie
23 Bad Things
24 House By the Cemetary
25 God Is a Lie
26 Haunt Me
27 Transylvania 90210
28 I Want You...Dead
29 Buried By Christmas
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