Demons can do damage (tons)
And also, they're so rude (douche)
Nobody wants to see them all the time
Or at all, 'fraid it's true (so)
The stars are blood-red tonight
Feel crackles in my hair
And that can only mean one thing right here:
Disaster's in the air

Can you seal it up tonight?
The stench of hell it brings
That kinda sucks, to speak real honestly
Don't want end-times to ring

The number-one dispeller
That I have ever seen
So could you put it back? It's possible
You'll have it done by three
I should be more excited
About the broken sky
But it plays havoc with my internet
Netflix has freakin' died

Can you seal it up tonight?
You've got those proton things
Suck it back up before my boss can see
My locks were worth nothing
Can you seal it up tonight?
Can't let it roam too far
Get construed as an emergency
Stopped by forces armed

And if the army starts a fight
It can be assumed
That if and when you have your victory
The credit's theirs, so rude