It's not enough to feel it
It needs to overwhelm you
These senses you are having, you need for them to blind you
And you would
Shoot the tin man in his heart
But I will be the bait
I will pose as pious for you
and keep the pressing eyes, from anything to fumble and blow
a smoke screen when you go
I was happy but now I'm leaving
Here's the rest of my beer
I'm going home with my demons
You said your husband is gone
So hide your harmful hand
I didn't mean anything, I just wrote it all down
To sing about it later on
I've got a knuckle through the wall
And a hand in your skirt
You could ask me again
It might even get worse as this wreck
Becomes a path to my past
I was happy but now I'm leaving
Here's the rest of my beer
I'm going home with my demons
I was happy but now I'm leaving
Here's the rest of my beer
I'm going home with my demons
I'm reviewing all these notes
And I've rivaled these possessions
It's the first that's most notable, what somebody told you in response
To Molly Rose and Lee McGowen
I was happy but now I'm leaving
Here's the rest of my beer
I'm going home with my demons