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He is the Prince of Darkness He holds old friends in such high esteem He sees a red town and wants it painted black For the Catholic girls at Halloween Well you know he said to me "I've waited seven years And I am a very patient man After all those things that we've gone and done Still need someone to tell His pleasures were a mystery to us all You'd never see him out after dawn In a German sea-port town He takes coffee in the red-light And now he is the Prince of Darkness From Letras Mania