Prowl

There’s a demon inside me, always on the prowl

And on The night before payday you can hear him start to howl
He shares a cell inside my chest with my  heart
And when he wants to escape, that’s when the beating starts.
The two of them beat in rhythm against my rib cage
And flutter and shake with ever growing rage
When they finally get the strength to break free
That’s when everybody needs to look out for me
I’ll swing from the rafters chasing down a good time
Even the sun coming up won’t mark my bedtime
When I finally do run my demon out of steam
And he limps back to his cell to dream
I wear the scars of a good time with pride
And take the hangover that comes in stride

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