It's Devils Night (da da dah, da-da da da dah duh da) Cause I came back to rule this time! It's Devils Night - cause I came back to take what's mine! I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil worshippin Satan music So say your

When did you leave heaven? How could they let you go? How's ev'ry thing in Heaven? I'd like to know Why did you trade Heaven for all these earthly things Where di you hide your Halo? Where did you lose your wings? Have they missed you? Can you get back

The sun rose But suddenly the Sun rose right before my eyes I can't believe that I Could feel the way I do I can't believe it's true It's you and only you And I awakened Covered up in flames

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

Blame it on my youth. If I expected love when first we kissed, If only just for you I did exist, I believed in everything, Like a child of three. You meant more than anything, All the world to me. If you were on my mind both night and day, If I forgot to

I'd lose mountains And blue skies But I can't help losing my mind for you How many more times How many more times must I cry How many more times must I say goodbye I've opened all the way

Can make me feel The world can disappear Make my heart heal And make it oh so clear We can talk in circles Going round in a million ways And never understand 'Cause our words are whispers

Stunden lang Die Räder vom Bus, die rollen dahin Rollen dahin Die Türen vom Bus gehen auf und zu Die Wischer vom Bus machen wisch, wisch, wisch Wisch, wisch, wisch Die Hupe vom Bus macht tut, tut, tut Tut, tut, tut

I'm sorry oh , I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no And I've, been abused, I feel so used, because of you And I've, lost it all, fell today, it's all the same I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry I loved you, you made me, hate me You gave me hate, see? It saved me and

I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the axis of the wheel of life To get the feel of life From jazz and cocktails The girls I knew had sad and sullen gray faces With distingue traces That used to be