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Satanic cowboy, demonic hillbilly |
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Possesses country folk to Nashville's southern rockabilly |
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My man's got problems he ain't wrapped too tight |
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I've seen him trottin' around on his headless horse at night |
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He's known to hit the scene, he poses in the nude |
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He started his own cult of redneck biker dudes |
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Known irreverently to some as The Overlord's Anxiety |
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Claims there's a reflection of what's wrong with society |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** out of town |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** underground |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** out of town |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** underground |
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The root of all evil is the smile of a demon |
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An inebriated slob on gin and tonic, blood and semen |
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He'll spawn his seed until this town becomes a petting zoo |
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The voices in his head are singing, rock n' roll's the devils's tool |
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Rock n' roll's the devils's tool, that's what they always told you |
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Now he reaps the benefits of the records that they sold you |
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We must confront the incubus and see that he dies |
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So the townspeople gathered and they planned his demise |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** out of town |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** underground |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** out of town |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** underground |
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So! |
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Get! |
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The! |
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**** underground! |
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(chanting in Latin) |
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No! |
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No! |
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No! |
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No! |
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There was a little boy whose daddy drank too much |
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And then he'd beat him up, I said he'd beat him up |
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There was a little boy whose daddy drank too much |
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And then he'd beat him up, I said he'd beat him up |
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There was a little boy whose daddy drank too much |
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And now he's all grown up, I said he's all grown up |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** out of town |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** underground |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** out of town |
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Shit's goin' down so get the **** underground |
