It's not enough to feel it, it needs to overwhelm you The senses you were having you need for them to blind you and you would shoot the tin man in his heart But I will be the bait and pose as pious for you Keep the pressing eyes from anything you fumble and blow Smoke screen when you go I was happy but now I'm leavin' Here's the rest of my beer I'm going home with my demons You said your husband is gone, so hide your harmful hand I didn't mean anything, I just wrote it all down to sing about it later on Got a knuckle through the wall and a hand in your skirt You could ask me again it might even get worse as this wreck becomes a path to my past I was happy but now I'm leavin' Here's the rest of my beer I'm going home with my demons I was happy but now I'm leavin' Here's the rest of my beer I'm going home with my demons Iâ??m reviewing all these notes and I've rifled these possessions Itâ??s the first thatâ??s most notable what somebody told you in response to Molly Rose and Lee McGowan I was happy but now I'm leavin' Here's the rest of my beer Iâ??m leavin Iâ??m going home, Iâ??m going home with my demons