(Brooks)
Yup, yup, yup...come on, come on...
What's Up??
Throw up those hands, we back
again
Thought we gone with the wind
Where the lesbians?
The booze, and the broads and the
mescaline
Born to win, born to sin, where
we been?
Off in the drama like a thespian
Thought we might have fallen off,
guess again
Walking through Hell with a pad,
a pen and a fucking grin
I ain't scared of shit 'cause
I've seen it all
Bounce this time like a
basketball
Kill myself just to fuck wit'ch
y'all
If you stay fitter than a booty
call
Let's get this party started
Run knee deep in shit with a
moron
Break a bong, sing a long, doing
lines till the break of dawn
Fuckin’ bring it all on till
the money gone
Here come the demons
(Danny)
Welcome to my head
I'm elated that you made it
Excuse the mess, I'm mentally
constipated
Agitated and aggravated
I know you're probably thinking
"What in the 665 demons, per
brain cell, in Danny's skull is
going on?"
Well, Hell, if you can't tell
When I open my eyes the lights
come on
And I look out of these windows
at Babylon
And try to pick me a road to
travel on
But this digital gadget, he's
sick, tragic
He's strict and kicked in the
dick called earth
Acts to me like it's mad at me
And I'll kill a motherfucker if
it gets much worse
I know I'm not the first to be
cursed but it hurts, so
GET OUT OF HERE
Here come the demons
All of this shall pass away
But someone tell me I'm ok
I lock the door and I draw the
shades
And pray to keep the voices at
bay
Well, maybe that's the answer
To all the questions that I have
And it consumes me like a cancer
How in the hell did I choose this
path?
Show me my purpose
Maybe I deserve this
I'm tired of being nervous
Here come the demons
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