DemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsGemma can I ride themOh turn aroundLook them in the faceThey don't like how sunlight tastesNo no no no no no noDemons in my feetAnd my six and my nineUsed to be so damn terrifyingSo we put them on the busBut we didn't let them driveTurned them all into feetOn the rideDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsComing up from behindDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsBeen there all my lifeDemonsDemonsDemonsTurn aroundLook them in the faceThey don't like how sunlight tastesNo, no, no, no, no, no, noFreedom riders singFreedom singers rideLift us up to their good fightCan we carry that songThat shield, that crownEvery last shoutAnd we'll be freeIn every last townDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsComing up from behindDemonsDemonsDemonsDemonsBeen there all my lifeDemonsDemonsDemonsSo they can't outrunTurn aroundLook them in the faceThey don't like how sunlight tastesNo, no, no, no, no, no, noNo, no, no, no, no, noOh, noOohHush that fussSend your demons to the back of the busNo matter how they hollerNo matter how they moanThey can't stop cause they're where they belongDemons, demons, demonsDemons, demons, demonsDemons, demons, demonsTurn around, look them in the faceThey don't like how sunlight tastesNo, no, no, no, no, no, noHash that lightsSend your demons to the back of the mills*