Don't Give The Devil Any Ideas

Well, you may dance around in your town like a ballerina on crack
Belting songs deep from your throat about Mr. Jill and Jack
While your eyes are busy spinnin lookin round at this and that

Don't give the devil any ideas

When the cigarettes you've been smokin taste so deaf dumb and flat
When the people you've been pokin for a philosophical chat
Send you off and out for battle with nothin but a bat

When your husband loses interest and your assets have been tapped
When the milk man seems to linger as you pour another glass
You may find yourself Temptation in a bizarre circus act

If you're scratchin at the front door for a warm welcome mat
And the home you once felt sweet in starts to taste of salt and rat
And your mind has drawn conclusions around distant future facts

When your mother seems to whimper like a Medieval cat
And your pa can't do nothin but lie down and take a nap
When your grandpa has been dead for too long to save your ass

When you cannot tell the difference between yellow, blue or black
When you switch around the stations looking for a new forecast
When you do not recognize your own face under a hat

If your pencils have gone nubby and your fingers cannot scratch
If your bark has lost it's biting and your mind becomes a trap
You may want to tie the noose around your neck like a cravat

If you've stumbled on a ticket that has no return address
And you think a plane will free you from the trials that have past
You may dance with the idea but it's a geographical mess

When the bank man keeps you strangled with a red rejection stamp
And the lawyers won't protect you when your enemies attack
When the idea of escape starts to resemble a track

Try to figure on surrender, god will give you if you ask
Humble pie can do you better than just actin' like a brat
And we all need our salvation when The Man comes with his axe

Don't give the devil any ideas