Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Gemma can I ride them
Oh turn around
Look them in the face
They don't like how sunlight tastes
No no no no no no no
Demons in my feet
And my six and my nine
Used to be so damn terrifying
So we put them on the bus
But we didn't let them drive
Turned them all into feet
On the ride
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Coming up from behind
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Been there all my life
Demons
Demons
Demons
Turn around
Look them in the face
They don't like how sunlight tastes
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Freedom riders sing
Freedom singers ride
Lift us up to their good fight
Can we carry that song
That shield, that crown
Every last shout
And we'll be free
In every last town
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Coming up from behind
Demons
Demons
Demons
Demons
Been there all my life
Demons
Demons
Demons
So they can't outrun
Turn around
Look them in the face
They don't like how sunlight tastes
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no
Ooh
Hush that fuss
Send your demons to the back of the bus
No matter how they holler
No matter how they moan
They can't stop cause they're where they belong
Demons, demons, demons
Demons, demons, demons
Demons, demons, demons
Turn around, look them in the face
They don't like how sunlight tastes
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Hash that lights
Send your demons to the back of the mills
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