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A fine time for drinking like a demon

Blind-eyed and a crooked smile

No rest for the wretched or the wicked

Buckle in and enjoy the ride

Loose lipped and getting kind rowdy

Stump dumb from the bubblin’ brown

Same stink as an old abandoned pony

No master to pull the reins down.

I still got the mind of a child

And the soul of a dirty clown

(He’s an animal)

You can’t think why you keep me around

Twelve noon and high time for violence

Saddled up in a rockin’ chair

Eyes blazin’ like a fire in the distance

Sheet white and tar black hair

Day dreamin’ of bloodlust and vengeance

Shuffle over to my Daddy’s grave

Gun cocked and pointed at my temple

Looking up to the sky to wash me

I still got the mind of a child

And the soul of a dirty clown

(He’s an animal)

You can’t think why you keep me around

My eyes are taking forever

Just to roll back in my head

Can’t wait to hear that bullet sound.

Last time I’ll be visiting the cabin

Beg a lesson from the preacher man

Heart pounding like a hillbilly disco

Last rites for the ani-man.

He’s an animal