Devy in the corner of his teen year
Born to run away
Children in the middle with the village idiot
So he never made the potty grade

Now maybe he pulled a little closer
Cold in a mousy way
Boom boom as they came a little closer
Put a bolt in the curse today

Now Devy has to eat it in his own way
Broke in a dirty way
Boom boom is the beating that I hear in the night
But no one hears, so no one knows and...

No one! No one! No one!
No one fucks with me!

Devy wants a word with the master
No need to run away
Down on the road isn't easy
But I never would back away

Boom boom in the morning with the night sounds
No way to run away
Boom boom as the boredom of monogamy
Hits one more time!
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