Speak Of The Devil

Speak of the devil baby



I've got my reservations



I saw you coming from a meter away



I'm not excited



I'm not even waiting



I saw the picture and I know it's a fake







That's how the story goes



That's what the people say



I'm bitter I suppose



But bitterness is gold when she wants her way







If you're gonna put me under



Make sure you do it neatly



If I'm going under I'll go all the way



If you're going pull the curtains



Make sure you pull discreetly



Nothing sticks together without needles and chains







CHORUS







I know the number



I've seen the mark already



I drove the rental into the Hertz



I can smell the fishes



I know the crimes are changing



Nothing sticks together without needles and skirts







CHORUS