I'll be attending tea with Satan at sundown,
And I should like you to attend.
We'll talk of fate and life and all mankind.
It'll be a fabulous affair...

I've had tea with Satan a sort time ago,
It was an experience to remember,
Truly it was.
The words he spoke of us all were impeccable.

Satan was an eloquent speaker,
Particularly when speaking of all mankind,
As his words were quite well planned.
He'd been holding in these thoughts for years.

The thing, my friend, you must understand,
Is that mankind has chosen Satan as its best friend some time ago.
With every bullet shot,
Every hateful word spoke,
Every innocent soul we leave to the hounds of hell,

Every human being we leave behind.

Every person we choose to senselessly fear,
Every action we make on our much large global scale.
Every politician that chooses the love of money and power over
The love of souls themselves,
We blow sweet kisses to him.

However.

Satan is sad.

We have forgotten our friend in the hellish shuffle.
We like to pretend that he isn't even real!
We like to say that our actions are for the sake of all that is good and righteous.
Can't you see?

If humanity absolutely must choose Satan as its best friend,
They might as well own up to this choice.

He appears to be waiting...

So, my friend,
Join me for tea with Satan at sundown.
It'll be a fabulous affair...