from childhoods hour I have not been anyone but Bowers and turned rather mean distracted by the way that they’re reacting – staring at me pointing fingers like it’s show-and-tell – they can go to hell why do they feed on mocking me? they maybe find it too delicious yesterday it made me sick, today I’m kind of rude and vicious they try to calm me down by claiming I’m just too suspicious but I know their every move like Danish downers doing dishes alienated from this world ‘cause since birth I’ve been dreamin’ my favourite playmates were my personal demons I heard ‘em all screamin’ at the top of their lungs in the oddest of tongues as they cursed human beings I’m the meanest mutherfucker that you’ve seen in two shoes maybe more like one and a half and the soles are all loose still with a grin I pull you in like a tractor beam but Azazel’s got my sins so my back is clean
I’ve done wrong – I’m strongly caught up in filth my scapegoat’s with Azazel – I’m free from guilt I’ve done dirt – I’ve hurt people – been rather mean my scapegoat’s with Azazel – my back is clean
now do you really have the nerve to call me crazy and confused while you buy your innocence for forty acres and a mule don’t really understand your part but you’re just playing along you think you know Henry Bowers but maybe you’re wrong If you forget my name then you can call me Damien Thorn a sick baby with horns since the day I was born left my cradle at dawn – became the devil’s new recruit with a halo ‘round each horn spinning like some hula hoops got one foot in the grave still I don’t fear a thing and I have with me the truth they never cared to bring the sad lullaby the angels never dared to sing the kind of story that would shut ‘em up and tare their wings guess they were deceived into believing we were evil – well I guess it’s okay as long as they just keep it to themselves but when they try to infiltrate our little grey cells that’s when little devils go to heaven to raise hell
people of all species could you pay me your attention I’m spreading evil deeds through galaxies of all dimensions Henry Bowers isn’t famous ‘cause the name is causing tension I’m now referred to as “the man who’s name must not be mentioned” understand why my manners are odd and disgraceful I’ll show you who’s to blame – give my regards to Azazel mistaken for forsaken I’m just waitin’ here for Satan to awaken then we’re makin’ sure there’ll be no more debatin’ surly all these gory stories left you all shook but I looked ‘em all up in your crazy old book still you’re calling me a bum because my chin is far from shaven getting sick of how you’re all behavin’ – call me raven ‘cause so gently I came tapping and so faintly I came rapping at your chamber door Henry Bowers – have you heard that name before? see my person – it’s far worse than what you ever saw and then your eyes’ll gaze upon this world nevermore