Devil On My Shoulder -

There’s a devil on my shoulder and an angel on my mind

God, I want to hold her, feel her heavenly design

There’s a worm inside a bottle, and a fisherman at sea

The worm has turned to tell me that he’s got a hook for me

There’s a devil on my shoulder and an angel at my side

Can I undress your vessel, view your cultural divide?

There’s a ship inside a bottle, and a serpent in the sea

You slip your slip just like a model and you fake a smile for me

You slip your slip just like a model and you fake a smile for me

I am washed upon your shallows with my flicking devil’s tongue

Singing songs about the gallows where all devils are well hung

And in the deep red tide that heaves and swells and pulls me all asunder

I think I hear Pavlov’s hypnotic knells, they nominate my hunger

There’s a devil on my shoulder and an angel going blind

I’m in her milky, sultry cosmos, but her body’s undefined

There’s a devil on my shoulder, and I’m running out of patience

Can I use my hands to mold her to my specifications?

Can I use my hands to mold her to my specifications?

There’s an angel in my

headlights and a devil at the wheel

And now I’ve merged my birth-death destinies into a singular appeal

If I could worship at your chalice, I’d resuscitate my soul.

And then she leads me to her palace saying,

«Hell ain’t half full.»

And then she leads me to her palace saying,

«Hell ain’t half full.»

There’s a birthmark on my shoulder, and a red coal in my brain

And that demon’s chanting and it’s sounding something like this