Come drink with Mephistopheles and me
I never knew a drink he couldn’t mix
We’ll get him drunk, then throw him in the sea
And let him wonder how to get a fix
Let’s fix him fast on some repentant heart
Who thinks the song of sin should not be sung
Then while his eyes are fixed on subtle art
We’ll drag him through a field of fresh turned dung
He’ll beg for mercy, but we’ll give him none
Except for our respect of time and tide
A mercy built on justice just for fun
Where hidden justice has no place to hide
The art of every devil I have known
Reveals itself where demons should have flown.