Demon Host

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Death, she must have been your will

A bone beneath the Reaper's veil

And with your voice, my belly sunk

And I began to feel so drunk

Candle, candle on my clock

Oh, Lord, I must have heard you knock me outta bed

As the flames licked my head

And my lungs filled up black in their tiny little shack

It was real and I repent

All those messages you sent

Clear as day but in the night

Oh, I couldn't get it right

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Here is a church, and here is a steeple

Open the doors, there are the people

And all their little hearts at ease

For another week's disease

An eagle, eagle, towel and scream

I never once left in between

I was on the fence and I never wanted your two cents

Down my throat, into the pit

With my head upon the spit

Oh, Reverend, please, can I chew your ear?

I've become what I most fear

And I know there's no such thing as ghosts

But I have seen the demon host

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh