morgan geer

The Demon

The Demon threatens my home

The Demon threatens my unborn career

But the Demon supports my standard of living

The Demon don’t care what it kills

 

The Demon is green with envy

Anxious to fly me around on its back

No time for coffee with sugar and cream

No thanks we’ll take it black

 

So saddle up and hop on the Demon

Hop on the Demon and ride

And let sweet dreams and bat wings lift your hoofs off the ground

Hop on the Demon and ride

 

The Demon’s a cool drink of water

A breath of fresh air underground

A little white lie that aims to pacify

A secret that you can’t help but tell

 

So saddle up and hop on the Demon

Hop on the Demon and ride

And let sweet dreams and bat wings lift your hoofs off the ground

Hop on the Demon and ride

 

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