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

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 the 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

there's no such thing as evil

it's just a complex personality

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