Weak and wounded people Let the spirits in Play a demon's game The demons always win Entertain a demon And grovel at its feet Revel in destruction And tales of deceit Spin a tangled web Stab a thousand backs Demon grabs your virtue And eats it like a snack Dance with the devil Sing his favorite song Never ask yourself Where it went wrong Do all the things A demon says to do And never admit The demon is you by Richard W. Bray
You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you Pouring poison in your ear Loathing and fear As he tries to make trouble And sucks up your beer You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you The dehydrated cackle Of a thirsty vampire Who feeds on decay And funeral pyres You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you As you flail in bloody folly The demon disappears To start endless quarrels On through the years You need to kick his ass That's what I'd do I heard him talking shit I'll be right next to you by Richard W. Bray
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