satanic cowboy, demonic hillbilly
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possesses country folk to nashvilles southern rockabilly
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the mans got problems he ain't wrapped to 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 seen, 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 overlords 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 fuck out of town
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shit's goin' down so get the fuck 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 the town becomes a petting zoo
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the voicies 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 benifits 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 town people gathered and they planned his demise
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It's all in your head x4
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there's no such thing as evil
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it's just a complex personality
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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 fuck out of town
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shit's goin' down so get the fuck underground
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Satanic Cowboy
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