Is a person still considered good when they rejoice at the death of another, even if that person was the living embodiment of evil? How could you stand over the grave of the devil and not help but smile, just a little? As you’ll soon learn, evil eventually dies, but it’s not easily forgotten.
My heart is filled with nails and broken glass
The world will celebrate when I’m gone at last
Revere the end of my years
For soon I will be dead
For soon I will be dead
All the angels in heaven
Curse my name
All the demons down in hell
Will stoke the flames
So strike up the band
And strike up the matches
Pour kerosene
All over my casket
The world is safe
Now here in my absence
A cancer removed
Into the tomb I go
My soul is made of rot and razor blades
Praise the day that I’m lowered in my grave
Revel for the devil
Knows I’m on my way
Knows I’m on my way
All the angels in heaven
Curse my name
All the demons down in hell
Will stoke the flames
So strike up the band
And strike up the matches
Pour kerosene
All over my casket
The world is safe
Now here in my absence
A cancer removed
Into the tomb I go
I was born bad
And I will die bad
But in your heart
I live on
I made a mark
On this world they can’t cut out
All the angels in heaven
Curse my name
All the demons down in hell
Will stoke the flames
So strike up the band
And strike up the matches
Pour kerosene
All over my casket
The world is safe
Now here in my absence
A cancer removed
Into the tomb I go
~Lyrics By Curtis Rx
