The Necromancer

Too soft to roll onto these rough city streets
Too hardcore for you suburban freaks
It's hard to believe you'll attain the status you seek
When bitchin and ditchin is all you seem to receive
It's not the first time that they've seen you act this way
It's not the last time that they'll make you pay

Out of the fire and into the frying pan
The devil is there to lend you a helping hand
It picks you up, spits you right back anew
Now you know exactly what it is you should do
The bat's yours step right up take a whack
Time to decide if you are really all that

Through the quiet night you walk alone
Each bed that you pass beckons you home
Two desperate men walk right up to you
You take one look at them you see right through
Disappear without a second glance
Mal intent no match for the necromancer



Credits
Writer(s): Ned Brady
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