You had tried to summon Satan
But screwed up the incantation
& left an open portal
On your parents' kitchen wall
& the demons you released that day
Have stayed with you you along your way
Screaming in your ear
k** them all
You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
This curse is going to last
You were walking through the park one night
Angry looking for a fight
When you heard a busker
Playing accordion
You stuck him twice & down he fell
Sealed your pa**age straight to hell
& you knew at once
That you would k** again
You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
This loneliness will last
You can worry about the future
You can worry about the past
You can worry about how long
This curse is going to last