satanic cowboy, demonic hillbilly possesses country folk to nashvilles southern rockabilly the mans got problems he ain't wrapped to tight i've seen him trottin' around on his headless horse at night he's known to hit the seen, he poses in the nude he started his own cult of redneck biker dudes known irreverently to some as the overlords anxiety claims there's a reflection of what's wrong with society
shit's goin' down so get the fuck out of town shit's goin' down so get the fuck underground (x2)
the root of all evil is the smile of a demon an inebriated slob on gin and tonic, blood and semen he'll spawn his seed until this town becomes a petting zoo the voicies in his head are singing, rock n roll's the devils's tool rock n roll's the devils's tool, that's what they always told you now he reaps the benifits of the records that they sold you we must confront the incubus and see that he dies so the town people gathered and they planned his demise
shit's goin' down so get the fuck out of town shit's goin' down so get the fuck underground (x2)
it's all in your head (x4)
there's no such thing as evil
it's just a complex, a complex personality (x4)
there was a little boy whose daddy drank too much and then he'd beat him up, i said he'd beat him up there was a little boy whose daddy drank too much and now he's all grown up, i said he's all grown up
shit's goin' down so get the fuck out of town shit's goin' down so get the fuck underground (x2