Worried About Satan Lyrics

{This is an interpretation}

The years they must be good to you it seems
And we share our dissevered gene
And he's twenty-five sittin' and no complaining
He says you gotta be over the fuzz
You remind even me
That I'm not an absentee
f*ck 'em all, but you mean
And you say you want rid of me You're not kidding me !

Who's she gonna mary at all
And his face is half of a ball
And he's just been flattering his ??? doubling
He's staring all over this wall
But he thinks he's allowed
To be smothering in love
But he knows he's a cheese
He's shrubbery
This kinda robbery

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