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 (x2)      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 this 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      shit's goin' down so get the fuck out of town   shit's goin' down so get the fuck underground (x2)      it's all in your head (x4)      there's no such thing as evil      it's just a complex, a complex personality (x4)      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 (x2)