Hey! I'm unhappy about the way you've done things, old son,
And I must tell you, "This is not the way it should be done."
What you've been doing here is trying to ruin my life,
As you've led me along a road full of trouble and strife.
Yes, Iím talking to you now, donít you look the other way,
You had better listen to me, to what I have to say.
By following you I have gained a bucket full of shame,
Youíve used me up and worn me out, and then youíve left me drained.
So Satan, Iíve come to kick down your door,
I don't want you in my life anymore,
Don't ever want to even see your face,
Satan, old man, just get out of this place.
And hey, Old Nick, no tricks behind my back,
Iím not fooling now, Iíll cut you no slack,
Youíre not wanted, not needed or desired,
Got the message old son. Satan, youíre fired!
Youíve got your papers and your marching orders are given,
You were defeated old man, by a Lord who is risen.
You nailed Him to a cross, you thought a sacrificial goat,
And then sat back on your heels, probably to smirk and gloat.
But your smirking days are over; you came up short right there.
Even death could never hold Lifeís Eternal, Righteous Heir.
He went down to your domain, kicked your butt and came right back,
He looked you squarely in the eye and said, ďSatan, youíre sacked.Ē
On your bike! Get the next coach out of town.
Get out! You're no longer wanted around.
Itís time to go, get started, pack your bags,
Take your lies with you, they're filthy old rags.
You've no honour, no merit anymore.
What are you waiting for, here's the door.
Head off, be gone, vamoose, go, scram and scat,
Get out of here, Satan. Don't come back.
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