Letra de 'House Of Asmodeus' de Helluva Boss

I love you
More than the brimstone loves the fire
More than Beelze loves her bub
More than a maggot loves gangrenous stubs
You make my spirit sing
Yeah, you make me glad I live in Hell
Our love is a story sweet to tell
Yeah, you cast a special satanic spell over my heart
Love is a journey we decided to start
Yeah, I hope we'll never ever be apart
I love you

I love you
I lovе you

Who's singing love songs at my lustful lounge?
Ozzie's ain't thе place for sentimental sounds
What'd you expect from a proprietor like us?
Your demon host, Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust

Give me a thrust
Yeah, show me some lust
From the groin to the bust
In desire we trust
In the house of Asmodeus

Little imp, you came here to sing your serenade
Perform your feelings on a velvety stage
Well, we got a saying that's popular in these parts
Only little bitches strum the strings of their hearts
You wanna hang around this lustful town?
Ditch the lovey-dovey before we knock you around
Here we sing about wants and desires
Depravity, savagery, loins hotter than fire

So, give me a thrust
Show me some lust
From the groin to the bust
Little imp, you just must
In the house of Asmodeus

Come on, sing us a song
Make sure the subject is getting it on
Make it graphic and tactfully long
Be sure to rhyme thong and shlong
Go ahead, the mic's on

I want to
Yeah, what do you want?
Butt stuff? Piss play? Bondage?
Make gentle love to you

Ugh, what a limp-dick imp
You're really killing the vibe
Get a load of this dweeb and his unsatisfied bride

Hey now, I've watched those two pork many times
What? Blitz?
And, honestly, they make missionary look relatively exciting

That Blitzo? So, you're showing your face?
Hey everybody, this guy's a total disgrace
Some nerves you got to comment on a relationship
Last I checked your love life is a pile of shit

Oh, Blitzo?
I used to date him
I'd stroke and I'd fellate him
Yeah, but when it was my turn
He did no reciprocatin'
A selfish imp in the sheets
And just as bad in the streets
A reckless, heartbreaking freak

Who's that at your table?
Is your date a demon prince?
Stolas, is that you?
Are you sleeping with an imp?

Wooo! My dark lord, how the mighty do fall
You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all
I hope you didn't give it up so you and him could get it up

You sold your life for a thrust
Now, that's the spirit of lust
Grab your groin or a bust
You better get your head must
Pretend you don't see that crust
Hump till your junk turns to dust
In the house of Asmode

Hey!
I think you were trying to sing something for me, Mox
Yeah, I was

I love us
I love us just the way we are
Don't have to pretend to like to do things we don't
I've always got you around to laugh at my stupid jokes
I'll never take you for granted
I'll always give you my best
And if you can offer the same thing
We'll handle the rest
'Cause I love you