When The Devil's Loose - A.A. Bondy

Up with the evening sun

The river rolls on by

The neighbors, they tell secrets

The neighbors they tell lies

Somewhere a plane went down

These things they never stop

Somebody feels the knife

And somebody calls the cops

Oh, the living and the dying

How easily you bruise

Oh Delia, don’t go around

When the devils loose

A figure waits in the shadows

Someone drowned in the lake

The march of Georgian feet down the highway

Razorblades in the cake

These dogs will tear your flesh

You best give them a bone

I see you there and I see your faces

And I see you there alone

And what does a mirror show you

Can you see the grey

Your sadness it is quite lovely

But it is the sadness of a slave

Why don’t you give yourself a rest

Give your self some room

You can’t get your arms 'round everybody

You cannot carry the doom