Payin' Back The Piper Written by Ryan Matthew And when you're finished with the diaper Spend the rest of your life Payin' back the piper The Devil's on the bus The Angel sees you later Have lunch in the second floor gazebo The Devil's in the discount elevator It was the spacebar on the old typewriter Lingering like a bad perfume Taste the fruit again when it's riper Spend the rest of your life Payin' back the piper There's no gold to spin into And not a first-born too the killer discovered, yet still find a clue "Today do I bake, tomorrow I brew" The antidote dispels the venom of the viper A bittersweet and melancholic hyper And spend the rest of your days Payin' back the piper © 2011 Ryan Fan Club