The devil rides a flying saucer
Seeking out the souls of men.
He has since days of Geoffrey Chaucer,
That red suited terror; that demon.
He flies about in those UFOs,
Snatching up cows, forming crop circles,
He causes misery, fears, and woes,
(I even think he scared Studs Terkel).
So tonight, when you look up at the Moon,
Or contemplate the red canals of Mars,
Beware, this night may bring impending doom,
You might spy Abaddon: Wormwood riding a falling star.