You open your mouth and speak like a bad black bird
Stammering like James Spader, and a country pop bastard too
You're a little baby brother running away from me
You're a demonic agitator
Turn your eyes away from me
Lay your weapons down to the side
Turn the other cheek and we will see
Just keep your cool for one more night
Fading into the unreal, keep, keep away from me
Don't turn to your religion, 'cause my eyes cannot see
Don't try to make me, make me care
Or kick the legs out from under my chair
You're a demonic agitator...
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