Satan's Satellite


An idle scientific mind is the devil's tool
And now I'm locked into orbit
I'm circling above my school
In a device conceived within the convolutions of my brain
Feels like I've died and ascended onto a higher mental plane

Where it's midnite all the time
It's an infection in my mind
I'm an agent of technologies of crime
Ridin' on Satan's Satellite

Black out the sun inject 'em with a new disease
I've got 'em where I want them, naked, shivering and on their knees
Mommy and Daddy ain't got no say in how I spend their bread
No curfew, homework, baby I don't hafta make my bed

It's like it's midnite all the time
It's an infection in their minds
I'm an agent of technologies of crime
Ridin' on Satan's Satellite

Well, oh well I feel so good today
I got your love under will, the homecomin' queen is my slave
Her dance card's full and my name is in blood and it's scrawled at the top of her list
Her eyes are kinda glazed over but that honey sure can twist

Because it's midnite all the time
It's an infection in her mind
I'm an agent of technologies of crime
Ridin' on Satan's Satellite



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