The Devil Is Dope - The Dramatics

The Devil is dope

«Where am I?

I smell fire…»

«Burn… burn… burn…»

«Fire… fire… fire…»

«What have I become?»

«Why do you think they call it dope, dope?»

«It's gettin' hot…»

«Oh… no…»

Satan is his name from hell he came

Some call him Lucifer

But he hides his horns in many different forms

But still is Lucifer

The devil is dope — out of control!

The devil is dope — out to get your soul!

The devil is dope — out of control!

The devil is dope — The devil is dope!

He plays tricks, begins with kicks

So beware, my brothers and sisters

Next thing that you know, you gotta Jones… Look out!

Here comes the pusher

Brothers and sisters you better beware

While you’re gettin' high

Lucifer is pullin' you down lower

He’ll make you a slave

Then put you in your grave

And close the door

Don’t you help your pusherman

Or you’ll wind up six feet under!

You think you’re superfly

But you’re getting much too high…