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Every hero has a weakness... a dark persona or a secret freakiness
A Waterloo or and Achilles' Heel
A hidden urge they always feel
If I could pick a poison for myself
I would change my vice to something else
But I guess I'll the same I've been since I was born
One minute Dr. Jeckyll, the next I'm Mr. Thorn
'Cause every night I get uptight and have to fight this feeling inside of me
I try... but can't deny... that deep inside... their voices are calling me
I close my mind but still I find they're still inside
And every time I hear that siren song
Then I belong to the Whores of Babylon
Built for speed, built for pleasure
The Ladies of Hades, Satan's treasure
The choice confection of my evil twin
Debauched and depraved, conceived in sin
Nothing like a piece of young and tender meat
Nothing else tastes quite so sweet
But even if it's served exactly right
I still can't eat the same thing every night
'Cause every night I get uptight and have to fight this feeling inside of me
I try... but can't deny... that deep inside... their voices are calling me
I close my mind but still I find they're still inside
And every time I hear that siren song
Then I belong to the Whores of Babylon
And the Ladies of Hades sing
Lucifer
Beelzebub
Mephistopheles
They always lead me into temptation and sordid sorts of recreation
If give in, if I succumb
I'd never, ever, ever, ever get a damn thing done
Built for speed, built for pleasure
The Ladies of Hades, Satan's treasure
No matter what I do they won't leave me alone
I changed my number then I finally had to disconnect the phone
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