Lyrics 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.