Well, the devil rode a pack roast to Baltimore
With his hands on hips, tied the stain of sin as he shuffled up from door to door
Shined up his shoes, combed back his hair, drove into the silence like an engineer
Eyes half open, no hurry to his face, nothing on the market but his angel face
Ah, the devil sat his night a helifax
And he hid some bones beneath the graveyard stones,
He hid his payments by the railroad track
He sank in the ocean 'till he swan like a dog
Floatin' up to harbor on a hollow log
Hand on the bottle, head on the floor, dreamed a devils dream while he swallowed more
But hes just the devil, hes just the devil
You wanna let the devil in
Now the devil laid a black egg and when it gave,
another broken seed, another mouth to feed, a little fox
started to incubate
Lying in the bedroom, hand in your hair, perfect sense of emptiness for us to share
Moon like a splinter and the hail on the ground, I sent 'em off a thank you as the rain came down
Well, hes just the devil, hes just the devil
I wanna let the devil in
Yeah, hes just the devil, hes just the devil
I wanna let the devil win

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