The Devil Lives In Seattle

The devil lives in Seattle round the bend from city hall. I met him on a Sunday on my way to the mall. I ran over his mailbox on 666 brimstone lane. I couldn’t see where I was going on account of all the rain. I tried to drive away but I got stuck in quicksand and he came running down the driveway with a pitchfork in his hand. I tried to get out and run but my freaking door was locked, by the time I got it open I was trapped my path was blocked, I surmised the situation for an alternative route and Lucifer was screaming you stupid fool get out! I aint gonna lie I was a little bit scared and I might of turned a little pale and Satan he was pissed, he said now how am I supposed to get my mail?! I got out and looked under the truck where Satan’s mailbox laid, it was splintered into a thousand pieces what an awful mess I’d made. The bumper was bent on my Chevy and there was a quart sized dent in the hood, but right then and there I didn’t much care id’a run-off and left it if I could. Well the devil lives in Seattle round the bend from city hall, he likes the color gray and he likes to hear the raindrops fall and sometimes you can see him like a shadow on the wall, the devil lives in Seattle round the bend from city hall.