DEVIL SPLEEN

I was sleeping in the dirt when I saw the demon His voice was the dust he tells me: "Son You're so dumb Your head is numb You're a beast in a feast What the hell are you doing here? Your pathetic romantic poet You're slave of your doom Forget your wisdom, forget the mood Come with me in the whore market" He said "You're nothing Nobody cares 'bout what you think You're like a flunkey, can you be more funky, more funny? Drink drink drink Don't use your ink You're on the edge of town I promise You can't broke your bones You're so dumb Your head is numb You're a beast in a feast What the hell are you doing here?"