American Satan Page #3

- I miss you, too.

- Bye.

- Bye.

("MR. DOCTOR MAN" PLAYING)

I'm Mr. Doctor Man

Who questions his hands

Lost his mind

But clinically fine

But he found a way to cope

Needle in his throat

Falling down but the world

Is spinning round and round

Oh!

He knows up, down, the world

Is spinning round and round

I see this place

Ain't big enough for me

I want you to take me away

Away, away, away, away

What you wanna say

Chemically, It's running

Through my veins, you see?

Oh, no. Not again.

Romance of the plastic scenes

Well, I can't see you breathe

They're coming after me

Honestly, it's running

Through my veins, you see?

What?

Tuesday only?

What happens on Tuesday?

Oh, f***ing hell.

It's coming after me

Absolute extortion.

This f***ing country.

Look at that!

Come on down.

Who's got five dollars?

The cheapest way to bring The Relentless

home with you. Five dollars for both of you.

There is a little story

I'd like to tell

About this little boy

Who came from hell

You pay it. You pay it.

You f***ing pay it.

Tell you all the ways

He's misunderstood

Well, I see you

Standing there

With that old wicked stare

Just stay for the show

Are you ready now?

Are you ready to go?

Chemically, it's running

Through my veins, you see?

A romance

Of the plastic scene

I can't see you breathe

They're coming after me

Honestly, it's running

Through my veins, you see?

I don't need their surgeries

I just want to breathe

They're coming after me

Oh, no, oh, no, no, no

Oh, no, no, no

They're coming after me

RICKY:

Brilliant show, guys.

Yeah, brilliant show.

Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

It turns out

that the promoter's expenses

for this palace

are $300 more

than we took in the door.

Which means that we're, um, we're

actually going to get nothing here. Okay?

And also, after we've turned in

the ticket money to The Whisky

and paid the insurance

on the f***ing van,

we're going to end up

completely broke.

So, yeah. Right.

What labels are coming

to see us, Ricky?

(SIGHS) Labels. Huh.

Well, um...

(CLICKS TONGUE, SIGHS)

The show is in two days!

(STUTTERING)

Yeah. I know. I know.

Hey, Lily, can we go to your place

and crash, maybe take a shower?

It's about time

you smelly fucks asked.

("JOAN OF ARC" PLAYING)

- You can crucify You can nail me to your cross

- Light me up, light me up

- You can find me guilty For everything you've lost

- Light me up, light me up

Go ahead Blame me for your

sins Go ahead and sacrifice me

Make me your martyr I'll be your

Joan of I'll be your Joan of Arc

- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKER)

- (SIGHS)

- VIC:
Welcome to Headline Records.

- Yeah, how you doin'?

Elias?

Oh, my God. (CHUCKLES)

You're Akkadian Records?

What? (LAUGHS)

Wow, well, uh, hey, uh...

Elias, I'm actually in a band.

(SCOFFS, LAUGHS)

And, um, we're actually playing

The Whisky tomorrow night.

And I don't know

what you're doing, but,

you're probably busy, but here's our

demo if you wanna show up, please.

"The Relentless."

Not a bad name.

Be careful what you ask for.

You do know how many bands there

are in this town trying to make it.

Most can't handle the truth

about their potential.

they just end up living

in denial,

working at Guitar Center

in their 40's

or loading in gear

at the same clubs

that they failed at

when they were your age. So...

I'm sorry, man.

What's your name?

Uh, Vic. Vic Lakota.

- Vic?

- Yes, sir.

Well, Vic Lakota,

good luck to you.

Nice meeting you.

- Thank you. Hopefully see you tomorrow.

- Yep. Okay.

- (CHUCKLES)

- (DOOR CLOSES)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Come on, let's give them a show. If

you don't enjoy it, they won't enjoy it.

(INAUDIBLE)

Go on.

- Have a good one, man.

- (CROWD CHEERING)

F***.

What the f*** is up, Los

Angeles? We are The Relentless.

- (CHEERING)

- (ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

We all bleed the same shade

Never again, go unafraid

With your soul

You tear me apart

Now is the chance

Lock the heart

Remove the guilt

That binds you

What? What's going on?

F***ing Metallica just announced a

surprise set down the street at the Roxy.

- RICKY:
F***'s sake.

- JOHNNY:
F***.

I'm gonna f***ing kill him.

- RICKY:
Who's that?

- Metallica isn't playing the Roxy.

My ex Damien is.

He f***ing did this

to sabotage us.

- Always some f***ing bullshit!

- (CLATTERS)

I'm done. I'm done, man.

- DYLAN:
I'm f***ing done.

- VIC:
Hey, hey, hey!

The of owner of Akkadian Records

is here to see us.

- Yeah, right. I bet, Vic.

- No, he's right.

Owner of my favorite

f***ing label. F***!

I'm not going in there.

That's Damien.

He raped me

the night I quit his band.

The f*** didn't you

press charges?

His dad is connected

to a lot of sketchy people

and he's one of the most

powerful attorneys in Hollywood.

Oh, f*** that.

The same family owns

all the clubs on the strip.

If you cause trouble,

they'll ban us.

You're not in Ohio anymore,

Johnny.

I say we smash his head in

right now.

No, no, no, we can't, all right?

Now I say we just sleep it off.

Sleep it off?

Mate, we just had the most

important night of our careers

ruined by some c*nt rich kid

and we're not even gonna do anything

about it like a bunch of wankers?

I'm getting a bottle and I'm booking

a flight back to London, mate.

F*** this!

No, no, no. Wait!

Whoa, whoa.

Hey, what the f*** is this?

Ah, escapism.

You know, it's that

certain part of everybody

that wants to be somewhere else

or somebody else. Thank you.

It overrides

all rational thought. (LAUGHS)

- What do you say, pilgrim?

- You got a problem, old man?

Problem? (LAUGHS)

I don't know about a problem.

I don't think so.

But I do have some solutions.

Hey, Johnny. Yeah.

You know,

it's always the drummer

that are the first to go down

the pokey hole.

You know, Led Zeppelin,

The Who. Huh.

So, what do you say? Should we go

inside and have a little drinky?

(STUTTERS) I'm sorry.

Who the hell are you?

Use your imagination, dude.

It's not what you feel

but what you see.

- The devil.

- (LAUGHS)

Hey, what was it? The car or

the new suit? Little bit of both?

- Oh, come on.

- (MAN LAUGHS)

The whole devil

worshipping thing is all fake.

It's a shock value,

tongue-in-cheek marketing gimmick.

Oh, you know,

let's ask Vic's Bible-hugging

mom, huh, shall we?

Anyway, let's go on inside and have

that drink that we're all dying for.

Come on. It's on me.

("HEAVEN KNOWS" PLAYING)

Oh, oh, heaven knows

We belong way down below

Oh, oh, tell her so

We belong way down below

Careful what you let be so.

All that glitters is not gold.

Are we on acid right now? Jesus.

This is my favorite table.

I've done a lot of business

at this booth.

Oh, come on, guys. You don't actually

believe this f***ing bullshit, do you?

Yeah, I mean, why us?

Because I believe in you.

I know you came out here

because you know

what you're capable of. So do I.

Lucifer is all about control

but we can't offer that.

Lucifer? Lucifer?

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