Way back when time first began
Placed deep down in the soul of man
Foul genes were placed down deep
And Tommy; he got a helping heap
He got back in line
To get seconds of the evil side
He'll lie and cheat; anything to win
He'll take you out with a snarky grin
Built from pieces of blackened hearts
He'll inhale your soul and scrap it for parts
He's a son of a gun
He's an evil little son of a gun, he is
There's evil in his heart
When he was born he was torn apart
He'll do his best to try and pull you in
He'll tempt you with the lure of sin
And Tommy, he talks a great game
Don't sell your soul to him in vain
Don't let him pull you in
Don't sell your soul to him, don't do it
It's tempting to take the easy way
Those who have have lost the light of day
And Tommy's always there; will always be
He'll always be there to prey on the weak
Don't sell your soul to him
Don't sell your ticket in