I'm not dealing with that devil anymore Heaven knows you've done your chore You were sent here just to save me I'm not dancing with those demons So, go to sleep, my weary lady Yeah, go to sleep, my weary lady I used to live with the whiskey And the good

And nobody can ever live forever Get over it I'm ready now And you always accuse me I can never ever be a perfect fucking image of what want you Rage-aholics Fill your cups We're dancing with the devil