Paul Roland Demon In A Glass Case
He stands, erect and silent, in mourning coat and gown
The pride of my collection, when my friends come around
They stare, incredulous, and marvel at the sign
"How excellent a specimen, exquisite [?]"
He's my demon in a glass case
Mmmmmm
I caught him unaware
Mmmmmm
Leafing through my old books
In the cupboard beneath the stairs
He has an air of arrogance, I saw it from the first
As I struggled with the fellow, his manners were the worst
It hurt me morе than he, of that he failed to see
But I knеw I had to do it, for he looked a lot like me
He's my demon in a glass case
Mmmmmm
I caught him unaware
Mmmmmm
Leafing through my old books
In the cupboard beneath the stairs
