6 Little Imps

As the darkness consumes a poor, lost, soul
The Devil comes out, all ready to roll.

He's out an about, so mums the word
He's quit the dancer, or so I've heard

Now that poor, lost, soul is wandering in strife
For our friend, The Devil, well, he just took its life.

As The Devil moves on, 5 little imps follow behind
It's hard to get that out of my mind.

One by one, they march on parade
As dawn comes, they begin to fade.

So back in Hell, they tease and taunt
And the new workers start to haunt.

The fire burns strong
And the nights grow long.

So back on the streets they go
Single file, in a row.

The 5 little imps begin to growl
So The Devil shoots them a scowl.

So on the hunt for another soul to claim
They find a girl filled with shame.

An imp named Natasha goes up to her and says "Do you feel pain"
The girls replies "Yes. I do. It won't go away & they say I'm not sane".

Lucifer, Eli, Xavier, Rose, Natasha, and The Devil go home
This time they've brought back a child, one free to roam.

Her name is Bec, she is 14 years old
Her life was empty, her life was cold.

The Devil knows what she's been through, and what he can do
He gives her a dress to change into, its red, no more blue.

Bec thanks him and says "What do I do now?"
So he says "We have to kill you, I just don't know how".

"Your body is still up there, you are just a soul". Says Rose
"We have to kill you, to keep you down here. What do you suppose?'

"A suicide? A murder? Cancer? I don't know!" Natasha said
"A suicide it is!" Said The Devil, with a thought in his head.

Back on the streets, Bec is hung
And her finale song is sung.

To Hell and back, every night
6 little imps, ready to fight.

Ready for trouble and mischief, they giggle and scream
Recruiting young souls, they make a great team.