House of Asmodeus

You're singing love songs in my lustful lounge? Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds What'd you expect from a proprietor like us? Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust! Give me a thrust Yeah, show me some lust From the groin to the bust In desire we trust In the house of Asmodeus Oh deary, don't get so fussed Oh look, you're starting to blush From your groins to your grunts In desire, we lust for the house of Asmodeus Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade Perform your feelings on a velvety stage Well, we got a saying that's quite popular in these parts "Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts" You wanna hang around this lustful town? Ditch the lovey-dovey or we'll knock you around Here we sing songs about wants and desires (Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire) hm So give me a thrust Show me some lust From the groin to the bust Little imp, you just must in the house of Asmodeus C'mon and sing us a song (oh-oh-oh) You know we'll all be going 'til dawn Make it graphic and long Be sure to rhyme thong and schlong Go ahead, get it on You sold your life for a thrust That's the spirit of lust Give a moan, or a grunt (ooh) You better get your head must Pretend you aren't feeling flushed (ooh) Go 'til your bones turn to dust From the groin to the bust (ooh) It's the desire that we lust in the house of Asmodeus