(Latin) [Verse 1]: I'm feeling so righteous Despite being likened To the Devil and my head'll Sprout horns like a Viking My exterior puts fear in ya But I swear I'm gentle and you won't find anyone cheery-er I volunteer at hospitals full of hobbled peers I joined PETA--won't eat a live thing or swallow beer I know my pointy tail can yield a lot of fear But I swear I'd prefer a halo revolve my ears Why does the idea of me sitting on the board of a charity Bring hilarity? I'm a parody I weep at any news of a tragedy And I'm avidly giving to Red Cross A piece of my salary How can I be vilified when I've never k**ed a fly? Much less a guy--I'm as chill as Miller Lite.. How can I prove I'm an apple polisher? Cross on my neck proves I'm an active follower (Latin) [Verse 2]: I'm feeling so evil towards people Even though I'm supposed to be poster boy for the Lord, regal Robes that I'm draped in painted Burgundy, reversing the purity of the white; man, it's tainted My wings spring out of my back I drink a lot 'til I black out Pals in clouds ain't proud of my act In fact, the movie "Dogma": I helped with the script Took actors' salaries cuz actually I'm selfish as sh** I ain't acting on God's behalf If I smite, it might Be because a voice inside me strongly asked Don't be concerned about churches being wrongly taxed I use the dough for gold statues with the longest shafts I was angered from the clouds, wield A mighty sword And you swore how I'm depicted is in "Angels in the Outfield" Truth is I'm a rebel activist Shredding pacifists Secretly acting as the Devil's Advocate (Latin) Amen