Harley Poe - Vengeance the Demon/ Close the Door/ Outcrowd lyrics

Vengeance the Demon instrumental Close the Door Jebodiah, close the door. We don't want him coming round no more. He's got a hex on his life. Think about your kids and your wife. You've always been a good man. You always help when you can. But we suggest you mind your own. Don't want that thing near our home. We all were good and she was bad. We blamed an innocent man. The fires did not take; they just got her mad. It's better only one face her wrath. Jebodiah, I'm gonna let you go. Ain't no room for heroes at this show. Don't you know that you can't win? He's been marked, there ain't no saving him. You interfere, you'll die as well, if you're gonna tempt the gates of Hell. Don't you worry, we'll watch over your kin, cause we're never gonna see you again. Keep away from Pumpkinhead unless you're tired of living. His enemies are mostly dead; he's mean and unforgiving. Laugh at him and you're undone, but in some dreadful fashion. Vengeance he considers fun and plans it with a pa**ion. Time will not erase or blot a plot that he's been brewing. It's when you think that he's forgot, he'll conjure your undoing. Bolted doors and windows barred, guard dogs prowling in your yard, won't protect you in your bed - nothing will from Pumpkinhead. ("Pumpkinhead Poem" by Ed Justin) Outcrowd I wake up in the morning and I fry myself a couple of eggs. She's walking round the kitchen showing off them lovely legs. The boys are in the living room watching all their morning shows. I sit down with my coffee, watch them super heroes battle their foes. And oh! I gotta go! I gotta make somebody my foe, cause I'm just a lonely man. Part of the outcrowd; it's just me. Part of the outcrowd; I'll always be. No matter what I do I'll always be part of the chosen few. Part of the outcrowd, but it's just me. Part of the outcrowd and I'll always be. I'm doing it alone, but I'm doing it for all of you. Now who is wrong and who is right? What's the plot? Why do they fight? Those villains got me feeling like maybe I ain't so bad. And there's something in my heart, it hates the light. I can't find my place so I stay up all night, walking round from room to room with a knife in my hand. And oh! I gotta go! I gotta make somebody my foe, cause I'm just a lonely man. And oh! I gotta go! I gotta make somebody my foe, cause I'm just a lonely man. Part of the outcrowd; it's just me. Part of the outcrowd; I'll always be. No matter what I do I'll always be part of the chosen few. Part of the outcrowd, but it's just me. Part of the outcrowd and I'll always be. I'm doing it alone, but I'm doing it for all of you.