By all means have a drink
That’s your answer to everything, isn’t it?
There isn’t a problem on God’s green
Earth that can’t be solved by a Chivas neat.
And eight drinks on life’s looking sweet
You get lost in a haze
An anesthetized troll
Blind to the blackness
That threatens
To swallow this town hole
Evil, Clyde
Everywhere it can be I look out and see
Evil, Clyde
Would you just look around?
It’s there in the woods, in the trees
In the moon as it glows
In the winds, in the breeze
The pow’r of the night’s come to Play
It’s all plain as day
Evil, Clyde
And no one will discuss
This insidious
Evil, Clyde
There’s no hope to be found
It’s starts in our flesh
In our skins,
That’s where the evil grows
From our lusts
From our sins
Madness as real as can be This insanity
The world’s lost it’s mind
But you,
No you’re doing fine
A sad little king
In a drunken decline
From your weak little chin
To your weak little spine
You’re not fooling anyone, Clyde
Not you
More withered than wise
A do-nothing drunk
Spitinning pitiful lies
From your combed-over hair
To your glazed-over eyes
You’re not fooling anyone…
Evil, Clyde
And it feeds by degree
On our apathy
Evil, Clyde
Creeping in without sound
It starts in our home
In our beds
In our floors strewn with clothes
Like a plague
That it spreads
And pity the woman who knows
Do you think I don’t see
The way
You look at Sukie Rougemont?
The way you drool and gape?
It doesn’t escape me Oh, you want her it’s true
But you can’t see it through
You don’t have the balls…
Evil, Clyde
You’re part of the problem
Evil, Clyde
For just standing by The town’s going mad
And it’s everyone’s fault
Turn your back to the bad
In the face of assault
And the final result
Is this ultimate
Evil, Clyde
Evil
Evil
Evil
Evil
Evil