Here's a little story,
It is frightening, or just a fantasy,
Just a little boy, he is different,
Different than you or me.

The serpent is rising, growing stronger every day,
You will see him in the future,
You may have seen him today.

Oh, six hundred sixty-six, seven years bad luck,
You won't buy or sell, no, without his mark.

There is more to the story,
It can be read in a book called Revelation,
Guess one day we'll see, oh.

Six hundred sixty-six, seven years bad luck,
You won't buy or sell, no, without his mark.

I'll take that number, hey,
You know I'm just kidding.