Satanic cowboy, demonic hillbilly
Possesses country folk to Nashville's southern rockabilly
My man's got problems he ain't wrapped too tight
I've seen him trottin' around on his headless horse at night
He's known to hit the scene, he poses in the nude
He started his own cult of redneck biker dudes
Known irreverently to some as The Overlord's Anxiety
Claims there's a reflection of what's wrong with society
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground
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 voices 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 benefits of the records that they sold you
We must confront the incubus and see that he dies
So the townspeople gathered and they planned his demise
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground
So!
Get!
The!
f** underground!
(chanting in Latin)
No!
No!
No!
No!
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 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
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** out of town
sh**'s goin' down so get the f** underground