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Cactus Black
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When the Devil Knocks
Late one night around a quarter to four There was a knock knock knock knock knockin' on my back porch door Well my mind started racin' about who it could be A good friend, an old lover, an emergency So I, I sprang out of bed to see who it was Well I looked out the peephole Saw only a stranger He had horns on his head and his face it spelled danger He said 'Oh, friend, if it wouldn't be a sin. I need to borrow some sugar please let me in.' So I let him in I shook the man's hand His grip felt so icy cold Gave him two cups of sugar In a pink ceramic bowl He said, 'My name's The Devil. I moved in next door I've got a dog who's named Cujo and my wife who's a whore Well, thanks for the sugar. Guess I'll see you around.' Well sure enough then The very next day The Devil came over And he wanted to stay He said 'Me and the missus, we're havin' it out. Mind if a fella fell asleep on your couch? And oh what do you say?' Then I said 'Ok.' My better judgment tossed aside I let The Devil walk right inside My better judgment tossed aside Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I let The Devil walk right inside And all of my habits have begun to change I'm afraid of the thoughts that arrive in my brain My nights are restless, I toss and I turn My eyes sting of sulfur and constantly burn It's hotter and hotter and I can't find relief I know he's a liar. I know he's a thief My better judgment tossed aside I let The Devil walk right inside The Devil's been here not just one night or two He's been here a whole month and he's been stealing my food Well he drinks all my beer and he holds the remote He puts cigarette burns in my couches and clothes And oh I wish that he'd just leave Well actually last night he got it into his head the couch wasn't good enough he wanted my bed. And when I tried to argue he kicked me in the ribs He said 'There's plenty of room.' So over I slid And then we were quite the pair I eventually forgot that he was even there The Devil's been ruining my life This I can tell My living room and kitchen are looking more and more like Hell Well I don't have the energy and I guess it's bad luck The Devil's a lousy lover, but a mighty good fuck And I. I wish I could make him leave Oh I wish I could make him leave
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