Got too drunk to start his car
Now he's walking to his bar
Hope it isn't very far ‘cuz he might fall down
He’s Kent, Kent the Creeper
Don't you ever try to hate
Got a sweater straight from ‘88
Crashed his car through another gate
Just a drunkard's lonely fate
Called Kent, Kent the Creeper
Kent the creeper, Kent the creeper, in your fucking head
Kent the creeper, Kent the creeper, now he's in your bed
Kent, Kent the creeper
Kent, Kent the creeper
Used to be the king of cool
Played in a band back in high school
Now he's staring at the pool
Through a telescope, touchin' his tool
Kent, Kent the Creeper
Kent the creeper, Kent the creeper, in your fucking head
Kent the creeper, Kent the creeper, now he's in your bed
Kent, Kent the creeper
Kent, Kent the creeper
Kent the creeper, Kent the creeper, in your fucking head
Kent the creeper, Kent the creeper, now he's in your bed
Kent, Kent the creeper
Kent, Kent the creeper
Smokin' those cigs and drink more beer
Chase that shit down with some Everclear
Not too drunk to fucking steer
He cruises the streets without fear
Kent, Kent the Creeper
Kent the Creeper, Kent the Creeper, In your fucking head
Kent the Creeper, Kent the Creeper, Now he's in your bed
Kent, Kent the Creeper
Kent, Kent the Creeper
Kent the creeper, ain’t no keeper, your daughter should beware
Kent the creeper, he’s a psycho tweaker, goes sniffin’ underwear
Kent, Kent the creeper
Kent, Kent the creeper
credits
from Studio Demo 2016,
released June 2, 2016
Written by John Waugh/3 Finger Betty/Harrison Holthaus/Nick Johnson
Produced/Mixed by Justin Niceswanger/Jeff Foertsch