The root of All evil In a person With shiny eyes And hair like A feather Black leather And a charming smile He'll touch you And burn you And break you Down to your core Succumbing to evil I thought I Was something more Oh, Lucy, please Quit taunting me Oh, Lucy, please Quit taunting Quit taunting Quit taunting me His mind is A fortress You can't fight Your way inside His body's A temple Made up of Brimstone and fire You cannot Resist him When you look in His shiny eyes The face of An angel With the heart of Something less nice Oh, Lucy, please Quit taunting me Oh, Lucy, please Quit taunting Quit taunting Quit taunting me Succumbing To evil I thought I Could never be I look in The mirror And the darkness Looks back at me I can't help The feeling That irks me That I'm falling down From heaven Through the earth To hellfire To wear his crown Oh, Lucy, please Quit taunting me Oh, Lucy, please Quit taunting Quit taunting Quit taunting Quit taunting Quit taunting Quit taunting Quit taunting me