I play with the Devil
And I know him far too well
Conjure up a spell
Smoking weed with Gargamel
So Papa Smurf
Let's start sacrificing
The spoils make us rotten
Though they're appetizing
But it all needs to be done
Before the sun starts rising
I vote for Brainy Smurf
Thats where we should we start
Cause he really isn't all that smart
He might read a few book
And enjoy a lot of art
But the dude has no sense
Of what it means to have heart
Or perhaps we go with Hefty
He might lift weight
And jerk off as a lefty
But he likes to disrespect me
And he's dumb as a rock
So no one will be left
In a bunker with shell shock
When he goes missing
Or should we go after Romance
Because he likes kissing
No, no, no, scratch that
Let me take care of it instead
Papa Smurf just trust me
And go off straight to bed
(Silence...)
I look out of the window
See a weeping willow
Gaze into it's a Tranquility then...
Get a knife, a rope, and a pillow
Now step in to the next room
Hear snoring Papa Smurf
And show him once and for all
That Hell is my home turf
I can't hide it anymore
They are sure to start growing
The horns sprout from my head
Bright red, they are glowing