Some are slaves to liquor
Some are slaves to weed
Most have inner demons
That they need to feed
They're hiding in your psyche
Waiting for the day
You just let your guard slip down
And they have their way
They're wicked and they're evil
They have their aims in sight
When you're alone, they like nothing better
Than to ruin a private night
They're hiding in your psyche
Waiting for the day
You just let your guard slip down
And they have their way
The keepers of your vices
Tenants of your mind
When you're having the darkest days
You're most likely to find
They're hiding in your psyche
Waiting for the day
You just let your guard slip down
And they have their way
