Sneaking out on a Saturday night Mommy thinks you know wrong from right As you're climbing out of the window Something tells you to stop But the damned beat is luring you in With a promise of excess and sin You're afraid to step across the threshold But it's too late now - To get out It drags you in and slams you down It's discoevil, toxic tones It's discoevil, grinding bones Red, hot and steaming Sweat, blood and screaming It's discoevil, brutal sound It's discoevil, lethal pound Flesh searing lasers Mirror balls with razors The discoevil On the dance floor the flesh undulates All the oil mixed with blood lubricates As your body gets torn asunder It's sick but it's turning you on You should go but you don't want to leave So you scream out of horror and need The duality makes you wonder It hurts like hell - Mmm... oh, well Yeah you know you'll come back again On pins and needles The ultimate saturday night Feast of the demons Under the neon lights
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