The Beelzebub rung my bell at dawn 
the devil, poor devil, he was fully disappointed:
See what you can do
cause I'm broke and dying for a smoke 
the Superiors threw me in dish-washing 
I'm looking for a good deal.
You cannot trust the civilised anymore 
they reject even the damned

Good on you, little devil, 
hell's bosses
have dug a pit for your

Lucifer dropped dead in the couch
lousy and miserable, I don't even dare look at him:
I have no more prestige nor respect
eventhough I've been Eve's boyfriend 
not even the religious fear me 
and think of me as a second rate drink 
You cannot trust the market's morals 
they have also made a ridicule of my fairy tale

Beelzebub was shivering in his coat 
the poor, unfortunate devil, but kept his cool:
Do you know of someone who's immoral 
I give'the instruments for nothing 
notify your close friends
we might sell the business
And if you know of someone loose, what's his offer 
to take a devil out of charity