I've been kicking [bad word] since the dawn of time
I'm just a killing man that's reached my killing prime
I burn and I plunder as it suits my desire
The weapon of my choice is "great balls of fire"
 [bad word] 
So why, I ask, it just doesn't make much sense
That a man of my stature should have to wear a dress
I mean what, may I inquire, were you thinking on that day
When you conjured up for a man like me a robe that looks so [bad word] 
Ahhhh sit right back and your troubles melt away
Ahhhh he uses fire but his robe looks so [bad word] 
I was taught my craft at the dawn of pain
You may not like my methods but you'll surely know my name
I just think incendiary thoughts and my hands burst into flames
few moments later and you'll never be the same
 [bad word] 

So if you're embarrassed and you hang your head in shame
Like an opportunity to redeem your worthy name
Well just remember this: when next you look to kill
That a man who's [bad word] skilled can look quite good in twill
 [bad word]