Les Claypool
Highball With the Devil
He came to conquer what he couldBut he held back'Cause his tongue was tied by shy.So he laid the money down and he drank upPut the sparkle in his eyeSittin down you saw his paunchSo he stood upAnd he gazed across the roomThe toxin squeezed the headSo he slipped backHe knew he left his seat too soonA-HawCome the morningWe'll be waitingAnd weilding the powerTo paralyzeSo we state nowFor the recordsYou brought this upon youParalyze, agonize, terrorize
From Letras Mania