My Scapegoat’s With Azazel Lyrics – Henry Bowers

My Scapegoat’s With Azazel Lyrics by Henry Bowers

From childhood’s hour, I have not been
Anyone but Bowers and turned rather mean
Distracted by the way that they’re reacting
Staring at me pointing fingers like it’s Show and Tell

They can go to hell!
What do they feed on mocking me?
They maybe find it too delicious
Yesterday it made me sick, today I’m kinda rude and vicious

They’ll try to calm me down by claiming I’m just suspicious
But I know their every move like {?} doing dishes
Alienated from this world cause since birth I’ve been dreaming
My favorite playmatеs were my personal dеmons

I heard ’em all screaming at the top of their lungs
In the oddest of tongues as they cursed human beings
I’m the meanest m#th*rf#ck*r that you’ve seen in two shoes
Maybe more like one and a half and the soles are all loose

So with a grin, I pull you in like a tractor beam
But Azazel’s got my sins on my back, it’s clean
I’ve done wrong I’m strongly caught up in filth
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, I’m free from guilt

I’ve done dirt, I’ve hurt people, been rather mean
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, my back is clean
I’ve done wrong I’m strongly caught up in filth
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, I’m free from guilt

I’ve done dirt, I’ve hurt people, been rather mean
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, my back is clean
Now, do you really have the nerve to call me crazy and confused?
While you buy your innocence with forty acres and a mule

Don’t really understand your {?}, just playing along
If you forget my name, then you can call me Damien Thorn
A sick baby with horns since the day I was born
Left my cradle at dawn, became the Devil’s new recruit

With a halo ’round each horn, spinning like some hula-hoops
Got one foot in the grave, still, I don’t fear a thing
And I have with me the truth they never cared to bring
The sad lullabies the angels never dared to sing

The kind of story that would shut ’em up and tear their wings
{?} of believin’ we were evil, well
I {?} sit with kids as long as they just keep it to themselves
But when they try to infiltrate our little grey cells

That’s when little devils go to heaven to raise hell
I’ve done wrong I’m strongly caught up in filth
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, I’m free from guilt
I’ve done dirt, I’ve hurt people, been rather mean

My scapegoat’s with Azazel, my back is clean
I’ve done wrong I’m strongly caught up in filth
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, I’m free from guilt
I’ve done dirt, I’ve hurt people, been rather mean

My scapegoat’s with Azazel, my back is clean
People of all species, could you pay me your attention?
I’m spreading evil deeds to galaxies of all dimensions
I’m not referred to as “The man whose name must not be mentioned”

Understand why my manners are odd and disgraceful
I’ll show you who’s to blame, give my regards to Azazel
Mistaken for forsaken, I’m just waitin’ here for Satan to awaken
Then {?} be sure there’ll be no more debatin’

Surely all these horror stories left you all shook
But I looked ’em all up in your crazy old books
Still, you’re calling me a bum because my chin is far from shaven
Getting sick of how you’re all behavin’, call me Waven

Cause so gently I came tappin’, and so faintly I came rappin’ at your chamber door
See my person is the worst than what you ever saw
And then your eyes will gaze upon this world nevermore
I’ve done wrong I’m strongly caught up in filth

My scapegoat’s with Azazel, I’m free from guilt
I’ve done dirt, I’ve hurt people, been rather mean
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, my back is clean
I’ve done wrong I’m strongly caught up in filth

My scapegoat’s with Azazel, I’m free from guilt
I’ve done dirt, I’ve hurt people, been rather mean
My scapegoat’s with Azazel, my back is clean
You’re filthy

Our scapegoat’s with Azazel and our backs are clean
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Henry Bowers Lyrics – My Scapegoat’s With Azazel

Henry Bowers

My Scapegoat’s With Azazel