Clownin Around - Deer Tick

Though I’ve walked down a crooked path

That don’t mean it wasn’t cursed

My feeble heart was filled with wrath

My poison mind with thoughts perverse

And the devil is living my basement

I’m trying hard to hide him from my wife

And I know some day I’m gonna have to face him

But for now I keep my secrets with the night

As I breeze through this windy city

The devil he now rides upon my back

And all the boys here look mighty pretty

I need a fix and Lord I need it fast

I let my house guests rest in my crawl space

Don’t let anyone tell you that I’m a bad host

I take cover behind my white face paint

While I battle my bitter father’s ghost

And by now the hounds have surely caught my scent

In just a short time I’m no longer free

Oh, Lord you know I would repent

But now the devil he speaks for me

And the icy needle kisses my veins

As I kiss my dear sister goodbye

Now as I descend into the final flames

It’s my turn to die