The devil has blue eyes
The devil has pale skin
The devil has black teeth
Least they seem that way to me
And i got nowhere to be
So i just sleep at the devil’s feet
The devil has blue skin
The devil wears a pale dress
The devil has black eyes
The devil has sharp teeth
Least they seem that way to me
The devil wears a red wreath of smoke
The devil wears a halo of black stars
That suck in the black light of a black sun
That hangs all swollen in a black sky
But i was cast in a black die
And the devil drew a red line
And i crossed that line
And i’m gonna take what’s mine
I’m gonna taste the devil’s wine
I’m gonna taste the devil’s brine
I’m gonna gnaw the devil’s rind
I’m gonna bend the devil’s knees
I’m gonna take what’s mine
Yeah i’m gonna cross that line
And i’m gonna take what’s mine
I’m gonna dine on the fat of her greed
I’m gonna take all i want
And bury my need
And i know the devil’s name
Her goddamn name is Marie
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