You thought you ruled the night?

Not tonight...

Woke up in the grave with a shotgun grin,

Blood on my boots and fire on my skin.

He whispered sweet lies in a serpent hiss,

But I lit my smoke with a demon’s kiss.

He came with thunder, fangs, and flame,

But I ain’t the soul you thought you’d claim!

The devil is a loser and he’s my bitch,

Tried to play God but he can’t scratch the itch.

He knelt in chains, now he licks my boots,

A king dethroned by the fallen youth!

Yeah, the devil is a loser and he’s my bitch!

I dance on bones in a crown of ash,

His hellish throne now a backstage trash.

He called me sinner — I said, “You wish!”

Then carved my name in his blacklist dish.

You sell your soul? I take it back.

I drive this beast off his own track!

The devil is a loser and he’s my bitch,

Screams in the dark, now they barely twitch.

No pitchforks sharp, no brimstone heat —

He’s just a puppet at my feet!

Yeah, the devil is a loser and he’s my bitch!

He cries in Latin, begs for peace,

But I just grin — I’m his disease.

No holy water, no last rite,

Just rock ‘n’ roll and endless night!

The devil is a loser and he’s my bitch,

Tore off his wings and left a stitch.

His deal was weak, his threat was fake,

I’m the storm he couldn’t take!

Yeah, the devil is a loser and he’s my—

BIIIIITCH!