Used to getting played Not so used to getting paid So when the ends meet It blows fast like a hurricane
I'm looking plain And feeling pain Maybe all I need is some holy water and a revolver To attack these demons
And if I don't find 'em I'll connect the ropes to the ceiling It's getting too cold and my Palms can't keep warm
It's a big house
I kicked the door down Yelling Reveal yourself!
And the search begun I'm hanging like my feet Is gone It's getting mixed up I searched every room and they all appeared to be gone
I checked the bathroom And then it hit me like bad news That the demons We're right there starring straight at me in the mirror.