Song title: The Devil in Me
Written by: Jackson Jackson
Recordings:
- Tools for Survival (2008)
- The Devil in Me (2009)
Lyrics:
(Italics represent extended lyrics featuring 'Phrase')
Draw the chain around my neck, the chain that sets me free
Murder in the dark, and no apologies
You remind me now and then, I'm born again with you
Lost far out at sea, you bring out the devil in me
The devil in me
I was born but I was blind, I died then I could see
The night that sets us free is nothing but a dream
If I had my time again, I'd run away from here
I'd never have to see, you bring out the devil in me
The devil in me
The devil in me
Look, look, she's bad with the look
Not 'bad meaning 'bad',
But 'bad' meaning 'good'
Like "Good God, she got a whole lot"
I got a gram-ful, she want a handful
I got a dance-floor, she wants world stage
I get side-columns, she's like front page
Come on, Mr. Hot Shit, pick the pace up
I'm trying to get ahead, might stick the place up
And I don't wanna take this girl to a restaurant
Man, I swear she'll pop the till and get me arrested
Damn, I should have thought of that before I sent my order back
And they sent back the devil
Mr. Postie, here's my autograph
She's like a burning sun, vanishing in the night
Sunk beneath the waves, I'll raise you to the light
People are strange, the wind cuts like a knife
I know that I'm alive, when you bring out the devil in me
Fall upon your knees, and whisper "Jesus please"
And listen for the breeze that gathers in the east
And the breeze becomes a wind
The wind becomes a storm
I tell you nevermore, you'll bring out the devil in me
You'll bring out the devil in me
You'll bring out the devil in me
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