I want to be alone So pray, pray for me I run in tow And where you're from I long to know And it shall be so That's not me from a-trying That's the devil and his lying I cannot love

You better pray that there's Another way out You better pray that Someones listening now (Doesn't matter what you got) 'Cause when you lie like The devil himself No angels gonna hear your Cry for help!

Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

Everybody got their own demons Everybody fightin' their own war I can be an angel sometimes, I can be real fucked up I miss you only sometimes, I give you real tough love 'Cause I'm a devil with a halo, whoa-oh-oh Ever seen a devil with a halo? Ever seen

When you knocked upon my door Down by the highway side Early this morning Early this morning, ooh And I said "hello Satan I believe it's time to go" Me and the Devil Was walkin' side-by-side Me and the Devil, ooh

Mmmmm-mmmmm I's up this mornin' Ah, blues walkin' like a man Is a low-down shakin' chill Worried blues Give me your right hand And the blues fell, mama's child Tore me all upside-down Blues fell, mam's child

Can you love me again? I need to know now, know now Rising up to you! There's nothing I can’t do! Do this again, oh no! Know I’ve done wrong, left your heart torn Is that what devils do? Took you so long, where only fools gone I shook the angel in you!

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

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

Working for the devil You'll have to pay his tax That means going to see him Down among the racks You do his work so fine He'll remember you Worried for my friend As he shows me round the flat Where I don't want to find him