And for a moment I don't even care Until I feel his breath at my neck And maybe even you can feel it too He's on a strike and looking at you Holding onto his words, but baby I saw an angel become the devil Well baby, I don't need any of them Heaven nor

Daddy can you hear the devil drawing near Like a bullet from a gun, run daddy run Run Daddy run, run daddy run All the songs you used to sing to me Would rock birds to sleep I need you now so please somehow Put rockets on your feet (oh oh oh oh) Saw that

'Cause I know just what I'm gonna do Well I gotta get drunk, I sure do dread it I start to spend my money, call everybody honey I spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck And brother, I could name you a few And I wouldn't think of lettin' them down

And it pulls me back into the night 'Cause the devil's got my arms Oh, it grips me We don’t know what’s good for us 'Cause if we did, we might not do it Who knows where our limits lie? We won’t discover ‘til we push it 'Cause the devil’s got my arms

Mother wash the devil from my hands Pray the Lord I have the strength to stand Mother, tell me was it all a lie? Show me where the angels die The faster we run now, the closer the gun now Took the road but should have chased the stars Now I've lost my

Pleased to meet you Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah I'm a man of wealth and taste Please allow me to introduce myself I've been around for a long, long year Stole many a man's soul and faith And I was 'round when Jesus Christ Had his moment of doubt

Right here, right now Are you on the square? Are you on the level? Are you ready to swear right here, right now Before the devil That you're on the square That you're on the level That you're ready to stand right here, right now Living in the night

You put some whiskey in the water Gonna run off with your daughter And if I make it to the border I'm gonna be alright I'm on the run the devil?s tryin? to get me Says I met him at a pawn shop down in Mississippi I was an angel lookin? for another face I

I don't wanna wake it up Gotta wake up, gotta wake up The devil in me Gotta wake up, come back to life Now I gotta wake it up I won't take anyone down if I crawl tonight But I still let everyone down when I change in size And I went tumbling down tryna

I said, "Oh, go Johnny, Johnny B. Goode tonight," yeah Deep down in Jamaica, close to Mandeville Back up in the woods, on top of a hill There stood an old hut made of earth and wood There lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode He never learned to read