les claypool
highball with the devil
He came to conquer what he could But he held back 'Cause his tongue was tied by shy. So he laid the money down and he drank up Put the sparkle in his eye  Sittin down you saw his paunch So he stood up And he gazed across the room The toxin squeezed the head So he slipped back He knew he left his seat too soon A-Haw  Come the morning We'll be waiting And weilding the power To paralyze So we state now For the records You brought this upon you Paralyze, agonize, terrorize