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Born of hellfire

To the wretched one

Indentured servitude

Is my prospect

But deep down I know

I want to learn dance steps

Satan, won't you hear my plea?

This line of work is not for me

I'm a sensitive soul and I gotta be free

A competitive ice dancer is what I want to be

Pitchfork to the guts

Tie them to the rack

Stick thumbtacks into their eyes

And force their bones to crack

This morbid line of work

Is slowly tearing at my soul

All I want to do is go and learn the tango

Satan, won't you hear my cry?

If this keeps up I know I'm gonna die

I'm a sensitive soul and an entertainer

Please let me go and do the Macarena

Satan, please acknowledge my stress

If this goes on my life will be a mess

I'm a sensitive soul and I've got to get away

I gotta get down on that floor and do the stanky leg