Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dancing With the Devil, artist - 1997. Date of issue: 26.05.2008
Song language: English
Dancing With the Devil |
| You sold your soul to stay afloat |
| They raised the stakes to watch you fold |
| Locked the doors and tapped the phones |
| And you just fled to Mexico |
| No one’s gonna fix all your mistakes |
| Dancing with the devil, you had better |
| Keep your hands above the waist |
| Everything you touch will turn to sand |
| When you see the world as nothing more |
| Than money in your hand |
| You’ll never get the chance to understand |
| Just what it’s like to sleep without these voices in your head |
| The silent chorus of the dead you left behind |
| You taste the treason on her tongue |
| You settle in the D.C. slum |
| Hilltop house in Washington that they call the rising sun |
| She washed the lipstick smudges from her face |
| Sleeping with the state, you will eventually |
| Just learn to love your taste |
| Everything you touch will turn to sand |
| When you see the world as nothing more |
| Than money in your hand |
| You’ll never get the chance to understand |
| Just what it’s like to sleep without these voices in your head |
| The silent chorus of the dead you left behind |
| [Listen! |
| Open the door, Fed window! |
| He has no idea how bad it is out there! |
| He has no idea! |
| He has no idea! |
| None! |
| And Bill Poole? |
| Has no idea!] |
| A new hope for the poor folks, just a penny to the rich |
| There’s a rally down on one street as a fire burns in Kensington |
| As you carve another notch into your gun |
| Set the spark and take your mark, you’ve finally got 'em on the run |
| Everything you touch will turn to sand |
| When you see the world as nothing more |
| Than money in your hand |
| You’ll never get the chance to understand |
| Just what it’s like to sleep without these voices in your head |
| The silent chorus of the dead you left behind |
| You left behind |