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Hodges: Previously on
"Mr. Mercedes"...

Officer: It's registered to a Mrs.
Olivia Trelawney in Sugar Heights.

My sister?
It's completely unlike her

to leave her keys
in her car,

and if she said she didn't,
she didn't.

I mean, you need I.T. help,
Mr. Hodges. Come on.

Well, I won't be getting it
from you.

I mean it.

"Dear Olivia Trelawney,

I am the man who
stole your Mercedes.

Had you not left your keys
in the ignition,

perhaps none of this
would've happened."

I promise you,
the police don't give a shit.

This is our guy.

He sends me messages
through my computer.

Your PC is talking to you?

What are we up to here,
you and me?

Hodges: The actual Mercedes
killer was taken into custody.

He had details that only
the actual killer could've had.

Good night, Mr. Nothing.

You stupid, fat, dead fuck.

[ T Bone Burnett's
"It's Not Too Late" plays ]

The wind turns like a dagger

The rain falls like a hammer

The sky has grown dark

But it's not too late

The weather crashes down

What's lost cannot be found

The night is closing

But it's not too late

It's not too late

The atmosphere is lethal

But I will fear no evil

[ Click ]

[ Ryan grunting ]

[ Brady imitating a siren ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Bell clanging ]

[ Brady imitating siren ]

[ Imitating siren ]

[ Toy siren sounds ]

[ Siren stops ]

[ Siren sounds ]

Man: Liberal media
will never get it because

they hide in their penthouses
in Manhattan and they --

The only way to fight
this enemy is with hate.

If liberals had their way,

they'd play football with
tutus instead of uniforms

and fight wars with love beads
rather than guns and bullets.

These people make me sick!

They should make you sick, too,
because soon --

You will succeed.

Man: Won't recognize --

[ Typing ]

There you are.

Good morning.

[ Knock on door ]

Hi, are you
Ryan Springhill?

Why?

Are you Ryan Springhill?

Sure, why?

You've been served, Ryan.
Cheers.

[ Laughs softly ]
[ Door closes ]

[ Spoon clinks ]

Take my family away from me.

Take everything
away from me.

[ Bowl thuds ]

[ Beep ]

Bye-bye.

[ Hammering keys ]

You incompetent dyke.

[ Breathes deeply ]

[ Chuckles ]

I know.

Even I don't know what
I'm gonna do half the time.

I don't know

When I'm gonna find it

I don't know

But it's somewhere

I don't know

But I'm gonna find it

Soon, yeah

Get along

Pete: Yeah, I mean,
I'm having a bit of trouble

with the idea
that someone as organized

and, um,
circumspect as you

could leave the key to
a Mercedes in the ignition.

Yet there was no sign
of forced entry.

The killer didn't break
into your car, ma'am.

But he did.

No, he didn't.

I didn't leave my keys
in the car.

Then you must have
handed them to him.

No.

"No"?
16 people are dead --

What do you want me
to do about it?

What?

I didn't kill anybody.

I'm sorry they're dead, yes,
but they're no different to me

than the 16 people who died
in Iraq today or --

or in that flood in India,
or wherever 16 people

have died stupidly
and horribly today.

You want me to
profess kinship with them,

and when I can't,
you demand guilt,

and when I say I'm not
guilty of anything,

you still flay the flesh
from my bones regardless,

because I own a Mercedes

and because I don't
mourn strangers properly.

I have to give my mother
her lunch now.

Is -- is --
is there anything else?

We'll see ourselves out.

Um, when will I get it back?

Excuse me?

My Mercedes.
When will I get it back?

You're seriously
asking this?

Well, I don't have any other
method of transportation.

Rent a car.

I have.
It's expensive.

Keep the receipts.

Ma'am,
you car was used in a --

I know what it was used for.
Clearly.

I need to know
when I'm gonna get my car back.

You don't impound vehicles
indefinitely, do you?

In this case, we might.

I have needs, officers.

Ma'am, we're detectives,
and you may be --

Mrs. Trelawney...

you can go down to headquarters
on Ridge Avenue,

and fill out
a stolen/recovered form.

And they'll give me
my car back?

Want to say
10:00 a.m.?

Tomorrow?

Why not?

That -- that's wonderful.
Thank you.

Pete: Worth every minute, baby.
[ Chuckles ]

Oh, makes my day.

Makes my day.

Mm-hmm.

Great idea, Hodges.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

[ Dinging ]

[ Train whistle blowing ]

[ Beep ]

[ Chatter ]

I am so sorry.

Fuck out of the way,
guy.

Guess what just shit the bed in
the middle of a crucial project.

You said it was fixed,
but it's worse.

Um,
I said I hoped it was fixed,

but I suspected that
the circuit board was fried.

I recommended that you replace
the entire hard drive,

which would take a week,

and you said that
you couldn't wait.

You didn't say any of that.

I did.
You didn't, twat.

Sir, I have shown you
nothing but respect.

Why don't we
keep it professional?

Professional is
doing your job.

You and your tit tats
and your vag rings

and your Subaru Outback might
want to look up the definition.

Yeah, I don't get
paid enough --

To do your job, but you do,
and you're going to.

Stop eyeballing me,
you dickless wonder.

Man: Can I help you?

Morning, sir.
I'm Ryan.

Yeah, I'm, uh,
Anthony Frobisher.

You're the manager.
I am, sir, yes.

I'm just trying to explain
to your employees

that I'm unhappy
with the way my laptop

was improperly serviced
last time by this young lady.

I, uh, heard raised voices.

Oh, yeah.
Guilty as charged.

I'm upset 'cause it cost me
a big project at work

and my company sends
a lot of work your way,

but this experience will give us
pause next time, I'm afraid.

Ryan Springhill.

Yes, sir.

You work with
Johnson Construction.

I sure do.

We'll have it back to you
tomorrow night.

This young lady said
it would take a week

to replace the mother--

The motherboard?
Yeah, well, normally it would,

but I'm gonna put
a special rush on this

so you know how much
we value your business.

Well, I appreciate that
very much,

and apologies
for raising my voice.

Not necessary.

Perfectly understandable.

See you tomorrow
at 9:00.

If you find the door locked,
we won't have gone home.

Just ring the bell.

Will do.

[ Lightning Hopkins'
"The Howling Wolf" plays ]

[ Knocking ]

Sound like I hear
that wolf howling

Yeah, he howling

[ Knock on door ]

I need cash for gas,
my good man.

What do you need gas for?

Your lawnmower.

I fired you.

Yeah,
but you didn't mean it.

You base this on what?

I mean,
who else are you gonna find

who's gonna tell you about, uh,
I don't know,

computer code, hacking.

Look, I won't tell
my father anything,

and I'll step back
if it gets too sketchy, okay?

Cool.

Well, you know they
can't see me late at night

But they hear me when I howl

[ Door closes, lock clicks ]

[ Music stops ]

This is him,
isn't it?

Get away from there.

Get away from it.
Get away from it.

I mean, you read about
that kind of stuff,

you hear about it, but...

[Exhales sharply]
Most people never see it.

They regret it when they do,
because you can't unsee it.

[ Exhales deeply ]

You know, I bet she didn't
leave her key in the ignition.

She didn't seem the type,
I grant you.

But how else
did he gain access?

We checked.

He didn't pick the lock.

He didn't
hot-wire the ignition.

The worst fight
my parents ever had,

my father found out
that my mother had been

driving around her new car
for six months

with a spare key
in the glove compartment.

I mean,
she didn't even know about it.

It was still in the plastic wrap
from the dealership,

with the owner's manual
and all that.

That's a stretch for our guy,
though.

He'd have to know
it was sitting there

since Olivia
drove it off the lot,

what, 10 years before?

Unless he was a mechanic,
or a valet,

or anybody with
easy access to the car

to find the spare key
in the glove box, right?

Not bad.

Hmm. Not bad.

I'll look into it.

Yeah?
You'll look into it?

Yeah.
Get the fuck out.

[ Scoffs ]

All right.

[ Door closes ]

It's where the top three
are sitting right now,

and Mark has moved up into
fourth place all by himself.

[ Door opens ]

I thought you were driving it
to tech supply.

Yep.

So why wrap it?

Ask fucking Robi.

Hey, you know, I got it running
for a few minutes.

You know why
it keeps crashing?

Porn?

Surprisingly, no.

He likes to go
to these white-power sites

that send him phantom redirects
to exploit kits.

He's a big fan
of pictures of lynchings

and reading up on handy ways
to subdue the mud races

and kill all the fags.

Ugh, I don't know what's wrong
with people sometimes.

Right?

Fuck.

Oh, there's a lot of mean
out there, you know?

[ Laughs softly ]

[ Sobs ]

[ Inhales deeply,
sniffles ]

I'm sorry.

Can I get you
something?

You're so frigging sweet,
Brady.

No, really.

You didn't even react when
he called you a dickless wonder.

[ Laughs ]

He called me that?

[Laughing] Yeah.
Yeah.

It's weird.
Sometimes,

you know, in conflict,

my mind just kind of
checks out.

I just kind of
float away.

[ Beeping ]

So you don't rember?

[ Beeping, whirring ]

Yeah.

[ Thud ]
Now -- now I do.

He said, "Stop eyeballing me,
you dickless wonder," right?

[ Laughs ]

He's probably just
a very sad man.

What, that he needs
like a hug or something?

Or a little understanding?

Fuck him.

[ Exhales sharply ]
Tell me how you really feel.

Like rigging up his laptop
so the next time

it's on his lap
and he hits "return,"

it fucking explodes.

Hmm.
Then who'd be a dickless wonder?

Exacta-fucking-mundo

[ Laughs ]

Thank you
for cheering me up.

I'll let you get back
to your lunch.

Sure.

[ Door closes ]

Tee shot off the 14th.

And as you can see,
at 295 yards,

right in the middle
of the fairway.

Meanwhile,
as we look at the 13th hole,

here's Nichols,
and just didn't get it

and it lies off in the high
grass on the right side.

Here's the green --

Here today
for round number one.

It is beautiful and 83,
but as the weekend comes on,

it's going to get
cloudy and cooler

with the wind picking up
on Sunday,

and that could be
a huge factor

on the final day
of the competion.

We have Colby at minus 7,
Hagen at minus 4.

Jerome: All right, so we're good
on the mural, though?

Yeah, It's almost finished.
It looks great.

How about music?

Allagash Middle Choir said
they could take the sixth slot.

The troupe from Thomas Jefferson
said that two of their dancers

have a stomach bug but should
be fine by the night of.

Oh, what about a play?
We have to have a play.

Oh, the drama club's in.

They got a trophy
for their play.

Jerome: All right, well, so,
fingers crossed, right, guys?

Put down on the sixth slot that,
um, we're set.

Okay, so I was thinking,
um, for slot four...

Uh-huh.
It was, um...

Hey, buddy.

What's up, man?

We should have, um...

Uh, black coffee,
two sugars, please.

Who's that?

Oh,
just the ice-cream truck guy.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's like running into
your teacher out of school.

It feels weird somehow.

[ Laughter ]

Yeah, I can't relate to that,
man.

[ Laughter ]

[ Chatter ]

[ Chatter ]

[ Dog barking in distance ]

[ Shopping cart rattling ]

[ Barking continues ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Stop.
Stop, both of you.

[ Train whistle blowing
in distance ]

[ Barking continues ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Let's go, let's go!

L-E-T-S G-O!

Let's go, let's go!

L-E-T-S G-O!

Let's go, let's go!

L-E-T-S G-O!

Let's go!

Woo!

[ Laughter ]

Deb!

[ Laughs ]

[ Train whistle blows
in distance ]

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Gorgeous dog.

[ Vehicle approaches ]

[ Punk music playing ]

[ Engine shuts off ]

What's up, Ma?

Nothing.
Just sitting.

Big day tomorrow.

You're coming, right?

You promised.

"We'll fucking see,"
I said.

[ Phone ringing ]

Hello?

Jerome: Hey.
You near your car?

It's parked out front.
Why?

Well, I was talking
to some friends

who know how to break into a car
without leaving a trace.

What kind of friends
are these?

Geeks who want to grow up
to be Bond villains.

Listen, punch your fob
and unlock your car.

Just made me breakfast.

[ Horn beeps ]

Okay.

All right,
your car is now open?

Well, color me dazzled.

Lock it.

Come on.

Come on, just lock it.

[ Horn beeps ]

It's locked.

That it?

Now, your fob
is part of a PKE system.

It's passive keyless entry.
It's pretty simple.

The fob emits a low-frequency
radio signal

that passes through the air

and connects to a receiver
in your car.

Now -- now, it's --

it's this kind of genius
that got you into Harvard.

Don't be modest, now.

Ha ha.

Look, once that radio signal
passes through the air,

it's pretty easy to snatch it

once you have
the right tool,

and all those components
need for it,

you can find it at
any electronics store.

So you're saying, like,
if somebody walks past me,

they can clone my fob.

No, no, not clone.

I'm talking about snatch.

Look, once you point
your fob at your car

and you press that button
and the signal hits the ether,

anyone within a hundred yards
who has the proper equipment

can just, like,
snatch up the codes.

Go back to school.

Uh, it's summertime.
School's out.

Go back to something,
then.

Yeah, I'm already gone.

[ Horn beeps ]

Now there's a man
with a bounce in his step.

Owe it all to you, Ida.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Ship horn blows ]

You on today?

4:00 to 12:00.

And how is the
records department these days?

Whole lot better than kicking in
doors and getting shot at.

Well...

I-I miss
kicking in doors.

Well, you always were
the alley cat.

I was always
the house cat.

You still doing this?
You still eating them?

Not much point
in catching them

if you're gonna
throw them back in.

Yeah, but from this river?

Our poisons
are our pleasures.

I was wondering if you'd
look into something for me.

Car break-ins.

Around the time of
the Mercedes massacre.

So, what,
early '09, late '08?

Yeah.

The ones that mystified us,
you know, smash-and-grab shit.

No broken windows
or popped-out lock or just...

no physical evidence
of forced entry at all.

Looking back into
the Mercedes case?

What if I was?

Dedicate your life
to this shit,

protecting, serving,
speaking for the dead.

You can't even
down a drink or two?

What kind of fucking world
is that?

Do it to you,
they can do it to us.

See what I can find out.

Thanks for your time, Marlo.
Appreciate it.

Still don't see the point.

We're observing
an anniversary.

They don't know that.

Maybe they do.

Nah.

Your father always loved me
in this dress.

Same weather
the day he died.

What time is it?

4:00.

Close to the same time.

They came to the house
at 3:30, said,

"Something's happened to
your husband, Mrs. Hartsfield."

You know, they say that
that much electricity

hitting your body all at once
is pleasurable.

Who'd be left alive
to say?

I think God gave your father
all his light at once,

and he died in the glory
of that light.

And what was the Almighty's plan
for Gerald?

[ Choking ]

Mom!

Gerald!
Call 9-1!

Call 9-1!

He was so special.

God just had to
take him early.

So why'd he
send him back?

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

[ Sighs ]

He always stopped at one.

[ Chuckles ]

Woman: It's so becoming.

Oh, she does
a wonderful job.

Don't say it too loudly.
I'd have to give her a raise.

[ Laughs ]

She's worth it.

And what are you doing
with the rest of your day?

I am gonna treat myself to
a martini across the street.

You rock out, girl.

I might even have two.

[ Laughs ]

See you next month.

Bye, Ida.

[ Horn beeps ]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Chatter ]

Know why your dad took a job
at the power company?

Steady work.

Nope.
It was a utility.

Utilities, he used to say,
are recession-proof.

Everybody needs water,

everyone needs electricity
and gas.

Until they
privatize it all.

We didn't want much.

Solid house
and a solid neighborhood.

Dad would get promoted
off the pole,

become a supervisor,
that sort of thing.

Take a vacation once a year,

go to Paris on
our 10th anniversary.

We were short a year.

[ Laughs softly ]

We just want what
our parents had, you know?

Good job,
gold watch at the end of it,

decent pension.

Keep hearing
about that world.

Never seen it.

They were rolling it up
before I was born.

Janey: They can just snatch
this signal out of the air?

Easy-peasy.

He definitely
hacked my TV.

What?

One second
I'm watching sports,

the next, carnage.

Second time
he's done it.

What did you see?

The inside of
your sister's Mercedes,

in the moment.

Oh.

No.

'Fraid so.

Did you record it?

No.

It was two seconds,
maybe less.

Well,
what's your next move?

My next move?

Isn't that what people say when
they're on an investigation,

"What's your next move"?

[ Laughs ]

Some may.
I'm not sure I ever have.

Just go with it.

My next move.

Well, my next move is just
to continue to tune him up...

Mm.
Get him a tad perturbed.

Yeah.
Taunting him,

calling him out as a fake,
et cetera, et cetera.

Pissing him off.

Any luck,
very much so.

Is it really wise,
pissing off a lunatic?

People make mistakes
when they're angry.

People make corpses
when they're angry, too.

I brought you something.

[ Laughs softly ]

[ Gasps ]

Now you look like
a real gumshoe.

[ Laughs ]

Thank you.

[ Laughing ]

I like it.

[ Laughs ]

You know what
I'm thinking about?

No.

My next move.

[ Laughs ]

Gerald: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[ Thumping footsteps ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

[ Bell dinging ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[Echoing] Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

[ Gasps ]

[ Siren wailing ]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

[ Siren wailing ]

[The Pixies'
"Here Comes Your Man" plays]

Outside there's a
box car waiting.

Outside the family stew.

Out by the fire breathing

Outside we wait
till face turns blue

I know the nervous walking

I know the dirty beard hangs

Out by the box car waiting

Take me away
to nowhere plains

There is a wait so long

So long, so long

You'll never wait so long

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Here comes your man

Man: Sorry about that, Dixie.

Big shake to the land

Next person, please.

Is a wind makes

[ Music stops ]

You're next, sir.

Y-You can go.

Oh, no. After you.

Well...

I think I grabbed
the wrong screws anyway.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

Next customer, please.

Hey. Mr. Mundy.

Brady Hartsfield.
How are you?

Excellent, sir. You?

Yeah, you know.

Supplementing the income.

You know,
high school science teachers

don't live
the glamour life.

Oh.

So what are you
up to these days?

I work in I.T.

Fixing computers, mostly.

Oh. Well, good for you.

You were always
a wiz at that.

Yeah.

Getting into gardening?

Oh, a little.

That was a tiny yard you had,
wasn't it?

Yeah, but my mom,

she's, uh, kind of got
a little victory garden going.

Ah. How is Deborah
doing these days?

Quite well,
thanks for asking.

Um, she's gardening, so...
that's good.

That's terrific to hear.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She's she's doing great.

Well...

$59.40.

All righty.

Ch ch ch.

There we are.

All right.

[ Beeping ]

[ Drawer opens ]

[ Beeping, whirring ]

[ Coins clatter ]

Da-da-da.
There you go.

Thank you.
Here's your receipt.
60 cents.

Thank you very much.
Have a good day.

You too.
Nice to see you, sir.

Nice to see you, too.
Tell your mom I said hey.

Oh, I will.

Next customer, please.

You do recon before
you walk into a place

to buy fucking poison.

You make sure the cashier

is not your old faggot
science teacher,

you dumb fucking fuck!

[Muffled screaming]
Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

[ Exhales ]

Janey: How did it end?

Hodges:
The way most things end.

Unpleasantly.

Are you still
in contact with her?

Uh, occasional Christmas card.
That's it.

My daughter more so,
but... you know what I mean.

You got kids?

Nah, just fuckhead.

I mean
my dear ex-husband.

Oh, I see.

Yeah.

A real love affair
with my daughter.

When she was a kid,
I could just --

How could you not,
you know?

Yeah, I mean,
they make you feel like a god

and it's nice
to feel like a god,

but that just means
that even if you're

a great father,
you're bound to disenchant them

when they realize you're just
a mess of a man like any other,

and I wasn't
a great father.

Wasn't even
a particularly good one.

Yeah.

I broke her heart,
really,

and then she spent the next
10 years breaking mine.

Drugs, booze,

boyfriends who
only offered STDs

and new ways to separate her
from what little money she had.

Yeah, she's in rehab now,

not far from here,

yet again.

When do you see her?

I don't.

The fuck
is wrong with you?

[ Laughs softly ]

You have to.

She made it
abundantly clear --

Yeah.
That she doesn't want...

No, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

You don't
get off that easy.

You're still her god.

You're just
her god who fell.

You get back up there.

You get your ass up there
and see her.

All due respect,

you don't have kids.

All due respect,
I've been a daughter, dick.

When you say "dick,"

you mean dick as in gumshoe,

private dick,
that kind of thing?

I mean dick
as in dick.

Thought that's
what you meant.

[ Typing ]

Seems okay.

But it did last time,
too.

Well, the entire motherboard
was replaced this time,

Mr. Springhill.
You're all set.

That's what I was told
last time.

We did not replace the entire
motherboard last time, sir.

Where do you
keep her leash?

What?

Better work.

All right.
Let's close up.

[ Horn beeps ]

[ Engine starts ]

[ Engine starts ]

Janey: Who signs your checks
these days?

Hodges: That would be you,
I think.

That makes me...

[ Laughs ]

Your boss.

Well, I guess it does.

That makes this
inappropriate.

Maybe we
should hold off.

What? What -- why?

We've had a lot to drink.

I don't know,
I don't know.

I don't know.

Maybe not.

Maybe, maybe.

I've got to hit
the head first.

[ Laughs ]

Sorry.

Where, um...

[ Mumbles ]

[ Laughs ]

Come on.

Take you to a warm,
happy place.

You love this place.

It's your favorite place,
always has been.

Come on, come on,
you motherfucker.

Are you okay in there?
Grand, yeah!

I'll be out in a sec!

[ Urinating ]

Oh.

[ Exhales ]

Good man, yourself.

[ Sighs ]

Okay, good man.

Yeah.

[ Toilet flushes ]

[ Clears throat ]

Maybe you're right.

Maybe, uh,

we've had
too much to drink.

Okay.

Okay.

It's okay.

We'll commend ourselves for
our mature restraint in the a.m.

[ Laughs ]

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

Where do you lay your head
at night, Ryan Springhill?

I'm guessing you're
a split-level ranch

kind of gent.

I bet your bros all call you
"dude" or "Ry Guy."

But then,
what would I know?

I'm just a dickless wonder,
right, Ry Guy?

And you're the big man.

Cheerleaders loved you
at school,

girls love you at the gym,

and all your bros
think you're such a tough guy.

Yeah, you're just a big man.

You're just a big bro, bro.
You're a big bro, bro.

[ Beep ]

Happy birthday.

Dang, Ry.

You are so fucking cool.

You're flawless.

Now I know
you're drunk.

You got this, Ry.

Ry, you got this.

You can make it.
Then again...

[ Beep ]

You thought you had that one,
didn't you, Ry?

Well...

life's a curveball, bitch.

Oh, now you're all,
"Who's that in my rearview?

I didn't see
lights before."

No, you didn't.

No, you didn't.

[ Click ]

[ Click ]

Merry Christmas, Ry.

[ Beep ]

[ Horn honking ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Tires screech ]

[ Breathing deeply ]

Ha! Ha ha!

Holy fuck!

[ Engine idling ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Steam hissing ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

What?

I can't hear you.

I've seen that look before.

[ Gasping ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Steam hissing ]

[ The Green Demons'
"Bad Ass Demon" plays ]

He was a badass demon

New Orleans

Badass demon

And that mother was mean

His girlfriend
was good in bed

But you know that girlfriend
didn't even have no head

He was a badass demon
on the run from the law

We brought his ass back to
life with a monkey paw

We got two wishes left

One is for drugs

And the other for sex

Well,
he can writhe on the floor

He can writhe on the ceiling

He can writhe anywhere

He was a rock 'n' roll demon

He was a badass demon

Smoking lead

Mama, machete

Better watch your head

We don't care what he does

As long as the demon

Brings the badassest
of drugs

He can writhe on the ceiling

He can writhe anywhere

He was a rock 'n' roll demon

He was a badass demon

Smoking lead

Mama Machete

Better watch your head

We don't care what he does

As long as the demon
brings the badassest of drugs

We can writhe on the floor

We can writhe on the ceiling

We can writhe anywhere

We are the fucking
Green Demons

Guitar!

Get it on, little demon,
come on

There you go, little demon

All night long