It starts with the evil 
In all of the good 
Doing good things 
That you know that you should 
Never have to worry 
About ever being free 
Satan cast his spell 
On you and me 
Lightness is his darkness 
Darkness is his magic 
If you don't listen 
You'll wind up something tragic 
Starts with the evil 
In all of the good 
Doing good things that 
You know that you should 
Satan's prophets 
Satan casts his spell on you 
Satan's prophets 
Satan casts his spell 
You played with your magic 
But you dropped out of school 
Learning bad things 
Never did nothing for you 
You idle hands were 
The Dark Lord black tools 
Now the Reaper will harvest 
And leave nothing for you 
You could have walked the white line 
The straight and narrow road 
Pledged glory to 
Jesus Sanctified your soul 
But no you took a gamble 
For that pot of gold 
You came up a winner but 
You still lost your soul