Satan Pulls The Strings - The Avett Brothers

Baby’s in the cradle

Mama’s in the bed

Sparrows on the window sill

And the devil’s in my head

Devil’s in my head, mama

The devil’s in my head

Baby’s in the cradle

And the devil’s in my head

When the winter yields to summertime

The whip-poor-will, she sings

My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings

(That's right)

Satan pulls the strings, mama

Satan pulls the strings

My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings

Well the front beat’s in my brother, Lord

And the back beat’s in me

God is in the song and the devil’s in our feet

My God, devil’s in our feet, mama

The devil’s in our feet

God is in the song and the devil’s in our feet, oh

Mama’s cooking something up

Serve it to us all

Satan’s ringing in now and I gotta take the call

I gotta take the call, boys

Gotta take the call

Satan’s ringing in now and I gotta take the call

Baby’s in the cradle

(Baby's in the cradle)

Mama’s in the bed

(Mama's in the bed)

Sparrows on the window sill

And the devil’s in my head

(Devil's in my head)

Devil’s in my head, mama

The devil’s in my head

Baby’s in the cradle

And the devil’s in my head