INRIhab

I tied the devil to the tracks
(can you hear the train coming?).
I served him papers
with a seal from the governor.
The spoiler throwing voices,
the vapors that they built this city on.
But he don't write much for me anymore.

When we keep hell in our hearts,
we make no excuse for our genius.
So what's my excuse now
that hell has abandoned me?

I enticed the devil out with a bottle,
but maybe it was he
who lured me out instead.
When we slept in penitent beds,
we awoke in the loving arms of attrition.
So what's my excuse now
that hell isn't courting me?

Give me the strength to be widowed now
that the honeymoon's over.
Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.

Condemned with you all.
Goddamn you all.

I marched across the muddied stream,
illuminated from beneath.
The lock was picked
with the church's key
we found on the belt of the veteran.
To open bar tabs in the taverns
assembled in levels
by the damned and fanatic for me.

We never loved ourselves
so well as when we lusted after another.
We hummed along to electric guitars
and the standard "whoa oh oh oh's"
and we drank each other under the covers.

I eased the devil back with the throttle,
because I'd rather live my life in regret
than not take part in it.

If the devil don't mind,
well its alright with me.
So what do I do
when the devil don't notice me.

Give me the strength
to be widowed now
that the honeymoon's over.
Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.

Condemned with you all.
Goddamn you all.

And in my twenty-seventh year,
I was dragged kicking and screaming
into the light.
And I looked at God in the face
and I said- I said,
"God," I said, "
I thought I'd been in heaven the whole time."

I tied the devil to the tracks,
(can you hear the train coming?)
And I tied the tracks in a lover's knot
around the finger of a beautiful girl.

I'll keep hell if hell will have me.