Neither creature on my shoulder is a real friend

One says fuck it, the other ones begging to give in

Note deep in shame is how I feel when I can’t pick

Wanna stray away to the middle and get it’s tread stiff

Slimey little serpents only serving on the sideline

Flick 'em, pick 'em, shoot 'em is all I see in the pipeline

Wishin’ I could give them both a pine overcoat

And I’m certain they both see me as a planted heirloom

The Satan always praying that I fall asleep stiff

And the angel only doubles as his stunt double friend

Skateboard in the parabola, dumb fucking trend

Hopeless when they both do shout devote to find an end

To the devil and his stuck up wife, our lives will never mend

Both the creatures on my shoulders are my real friends

One says fuck it the other ones begging to give in

Both keep me sane it’s how I deal with this grand trick

Never stray away to the middle don’t let the thoughts shift

Knightly little servants always serving at the right times

Lift 'em, kiss 'em, root 'em for they be here for a lifetime

Pissed that I give them both a fine overload

And upset when the others on a left handed honeymoon

The Satan always preying on the thoughts I won’t live

And the angel warns of troubles on the front, Hubble lens

Baseboard sent up to Canada, come from a friend

Focus when I drop the mouth, a moat that I defend

To the devil and his lovely wife, I’ll love you till the end

Two creatures stay atop opposing sides

One's draped in red the other her halo flies

Some days we love the others I can’t stand

It’s a 50/50 shot when I wake up where I land

Post armageddon they control the ship

Whoever tally's more wins

Is the way that they’ll drift

So even if I love ‘em or I hate ‘em won't kick

If I gallop through a field or I’m perched upon a cliff

These motherfucking creatures won’t give