Heaven knows that you're an evil child,. Drive me crazy, drive me wild. Get home from work I don't feel all right. Go in your bedroom you just want to fight.
You're a long way from home. And you can't sleep at night. Grab your telephone. Now something ain't right. And that's evil. Evil. Going home baby. I said I'm warning you brothers.
You're a long way from home. And you can't sleep at night. Grab your telephone. Now something ain't right. And that's evil. Evil. Going home baby. I said I'm warning you brothers.
It's a long way from home,. Can't sleep at night.. Call on your telephone;. Something just ain't right.. That's evil, evil is going on wrong.. I want to warn you brother,.
He is the People's poet and all the people know it. They've read his published stories in public lavatories. In town and country locals he's Mr. Antisocial.