Demonic possession   His court's in session   I sign my confession   Demonic possession      It was raining on the day she told me    them things that fella sold me   Mama wasn't there to scold me,   no prison or cell could hold me.   I still recall the date   I'z probably 'bout eight   when I sealed my fate.   Your honor, I rightly state.      Suddenly I had a foothold   I became such a butthole   I don't need nobody consolin' me.   No one but the devil controllin' me.      I can kick ass and talk backward.   I hang out with a whole bunch of slackers   and I know I can get some help from him,   I listen to a lot of Led Zeppelin.      I got so much money I don't need smarts.   My records are flying to the top of the charts   and I'm eating in all those fancy restaurants   and hanging out with Jerry Lee Lewis.   And I owe it all to him,   oh, the shape I'm in!   The devil says the only thing that's buggin' him   is Hell's fillin' up with Republicans.