Andy Vs. The Demonic Goat

He stared down the hallway with gluttonous eyes,
The devil snapped a Zippo to light fire to the skies,
He said I created you, and I can take you away,
Your persona of wealth, and your inside jokes,
Are just sick, sad attempts to get your ego stroked,
Why do you pretend you're a failure,
But die to be on display,
And we...
We'll grow like trees,
We'll shake our leaves,
I'll write home soon,
I'll be home in June,
Well he's the kind of artist I could stand behind,
With a clean shaven face, and a suicide whine,
If that's what my audience wants, then count me out,
I fear this fever in my lungs will be the death of me,
And I'll collapse into the ceiling while I'm fast asleep,
And I'll never get the chance to tell my frenemies,
That I hated them,
And music... I wish it would die,
And we...
We'll grow like trees,
We'll shake our leaves,
I'll write home soon,
I'll be home in June,
And when we all fall victims of our credit cards and cash,
We'll pray for winter's end, but those groundhogs make it last,
And we...
We'll grow like trees,
We'll shake our leaves,
I'll write home soon,
I'll be home in June,
We'll clasp our hands,
We'll spread like sand,
You'll be my love,
And I won't give up.