you devil you - Themselves, Odd Nosdam

What if the devil stole your women

Do you wait for ransome notes?

Would you trust him?

Could you trust him?

Trust him like mom with a hot needle

Or do you cut a hole in the roof?

Hell and dump down armfulls of flowers

And flat worms livening up his basement

And maybe his heart starts a-changing

And he starts sniffing flowers

And he lets your girl go with fur coats and shit

You can’t make satan prey

You can’t sick mom armed with hot needles

You can’t shoot guns down the sewer

Or bang on the ceiling angry for god

The devil is alot like you, he’s scared up to its horns of happiness

Don’t deny yourself mornings

Sing in the face of your enemies