Satan was feeling so bored one day
I think it was in nineteen oh two
He looked at the children, he looked at the folks, and said
(I really wanna hurt all of you)
He was short of ideas of major disease
And varied kinds of pitiful sin
Gave it some thought, then straightened his back
On his face a devilish grin
He looked in the mirror, blew himself a kiss
"I'm making a bush and it's called Berberis!"
(It's my very own
Botanical clone
Evil in its purest form
All those people get pain
Now I'm smiling again
Knowing my black efforts were not in vain
Oh, they did it, they planted my soul
And gloves they will not help you, you see
Berberis spikes will pierce them and make
You call despair and anger at me!)
His genius plot, as bad as Pol Pot
You did to yourself did you not?
The nice looking berries and freshtasting leaves
Belies the rotten deal that you got
(The garden of yours is now full of hell
I'm watching, I'm smiling I think it looks swell!
It's my very own
Claim to the throne
Evil in its purest form
In their gardens of pain
My badness will reign
Piercing their fingers again and again)
Solo!
Now once again the devil got bored and said
(Now what the hell am I gonna do?
The berberis bush was fun and all
But now I want to try something new
No, no I'm not choosing a plague or a pest
I'll punsish the young with a bad Cooper-test!
It's the test from hell
I love it so well
You're suffering now, you know I can tell
It's worse than a nuke
I'm a happy dark duke
As your bending over to dish out some puke
It's my very own
Claim to the throne
Evil in its darkest form
In your life I am king
I will misery bring
I'm happy, so right now I just want to sing!
Lala lala la
Lalala
Lalalalalalalalala
Dumdidumdidum dum
La dumdidudum
Rappapitirappati hey du-di-duuuuuuuuuum)
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Satan was feeling so bored one day
I think it was in nineteen oh two
He looked at the children, he looked at the folks, and said
(I really wanna hurt all of you)
He was short of ideas of major disease
And varied kinds of pitiful sin
Gave it some thought, then straightened his back
On his face a devilish grin
He looked in the mirror, blew himself a kiss
"I'm making a bush and it's called Berberis!"
(It's my very own
Botanical clone
Evil in its purest form
All those people get pain
Now I'm smiling again
Knowing my black efforts were not in vain
Oh, they did it, they planted my soul
And gloves they will not help you, you see
Berberis spikes will pierce them and make
You call despair and anger at me!)
His genius plot, as bad as Pol Pot
You did to yourself did you not?
The nice looking berries and freshtasting leaves
Belies the rotten deal that you got
(The garden of yours is now full of hell
I'm watching, I'm smiling I think it looks swell!
It's my very own
Claim to the throne
Evil in its purest form
In their gardens of pain
My badness will reign
Piercing their fingers again and again)
Solo!
Now once again the devil got bored and said
(Now what the hell am I gonna do?
The berberis bush was fun and all
But now I want to try something new
No, no I'm not choosing a plague or a pest
I'll punsish the young with a bad Cooper-test!
It's the test from hell
I love it so well
You're suffering now, you know I can tell
It's worse than a nuke
I'm a happy dark duke
As your bending over to dish out some puke
It's my very own
Claim to the throne
Evil in its darkest form
In your life I am king
I will misery bring
I'm happy, so right now I just want to sing!
Lala lala la
Lalala
Lalalalalalalalala
Dumdidumdidum dum
La dumdidudum
Rappapitirappati hey du-di-duuuuuuuuuum)
I think it was in nineteen oh two
He looked at the children, he looked at the folks, and said
(I really wanna hurt all of you)
He was short of ideas of major disease
And varied kinds of pitiful sin
Gave it some thought, then straightened his back
On his face a devilish grin
He looked in the mirror, blew himself a kiss
"I'm making a bush and it's called Berberis!"
(It's my very own
Botanical clone
Evil in its purest form
All those people get pain
Now I'm smiling again
Knowing my black efforts were not in vain
Oh, they did it, they planted my soul
And gloves they will not help you, you see
Berberis spikes will pierce them and make
You call despair and anger at me!)
His genius plot, as bad as Pol Pot
You did to yourself did you not?
The nice looking berries and freshtasting leaves
Belies the rotten deal that you got
(The garden of yours is now full of hell
I'm watching, I'm smiling I think it looks swell!
It's my very own
Claim to the throne
Evil in its purest form
In their gardens of pain
My badness will reign
Piercing their fingers again and again)
Solo!
Now once again the devil got bored and said
(Now what the hell am I gonna do?
The berberis bush was fun and all
But now I want to try something new
No, no I'm not choosing a plague or a pest
I'll punsish the young with a bad Cooper-test!
It's the test from hell
I love it so well
You're suffering now, you know I can tell
It's worse than a nuke
I'm a happy dark duke
As your bending over to dish out some puke
It's my very own
Claim to the throne
Evil in its darkest form
In your life I am king
I will misery bring
I'm happy, so right now I just want to sing!
Lala lala la
Lalala
Lalalalalalalalala
Dumdidumdidum dum
La dumdidudum
Rappapitirappati hey du-di-duuuuuuuuuum)
Writer: Erik Høines
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid