Polka with the Devil - MotorPsycho

I know a guy they call Freddie

He has nothing much to do

He’s a full blooded fuck up-

Spends every wakung minute sniffin' glue

And solvents, getting high and falling low

He’s dancing Polka with the Devil

And the devil just won’t let him go

He’s a kid without a concience

He’s hardly 17

He’s not a threat, he's not a danger

A phony rebel with a brain like gelatine

And in a year now, he'll ride his very own horse

Dancin' Polka with the Devil

And going down slow…

I don’t sympathize with Freddie

But where there’s darkness there is light

He’s onto something valid

It’s a pity, though, that he didn’t get it right

Of course there’s discord, there's a world to change, that's true

I’d rather dance Polka with the Devil

Than squaredance with those fools…