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Nothing's funny here

And no one can make him laugh

All the clowns are there

They aren't funny anymore

No more room in hell

So meet us in the club

All I ask you is to

Make some freaking noise

Tapdancer's call

Doesn't have to go

Time of freakshow!

No more living down the hole

That made him very sad

Let him dance twist on the floor

Make him laugh at all the world

It's possesion to make fun

Holy hell, it's horrorwode!

I don't feel like Satan anymore

And I don't need that violence and gore

Give him something to embrace

Gemme something to...

Well, shake it up, baby, now

Twist Satan

Come on, come on, come, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, baby, now

Come on and work it on out

Well, work it on out, honey

Twist Satanica

You know you look so good

You know you got me goin' down

Just like I know you would