The devil was on stilts this morning He walked out back to see The ten foot wine glass he used to ensnare me
Well I wanted to burn down the barn Where he spent most his summer days Well I lit a match and watched the haystacks burn But the devil walked into the blaze
Gods and monsters
Well I lived in a small northern town Where scratch had always had a foothold But I always felt certain I could stop the infernal cold
Gods and monsters
He'd taken control of a woman That we all knew and loved But she didn't recognize The devil's hand inside her glove
She had power and influence That she'd always used with care But slowly and surely Our lives became a nightmare
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