| Spoken:
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| You recall Big Red? |
| He spent most of his life out on the road
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| Searching for that enigmatic devil slide, but he could never forget
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| What Muddy said. |
| Glass is best.
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| We was on that midnight train, driving to San Sebastian Spain
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| When he took a dead bottle of Beaujolais,
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| Slipped his ring finger into it’s neck and broke off the remains.
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| Then he looked at me with a gleam in his eyes and said,
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| «Eric, look out here comes the devil slide».
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| The devil’s on the loose
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| Waving his brand new pitch fork
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| He’s still looking good
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| He’s been polishing his horns
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| In order to bleed souls
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| Even those who have never been born
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| The devil’s on the loose
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| Riding in a brand new car
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| With a suit and tie and a Japanese cellular
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| He goes to church and prays
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| But he knows that faith don’t come in jar
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| The devil’s on the loose
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| Stirring his cauldron of bliss
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| And we taste the flavor
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| Not knowing we’re already a part of this
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| At the doors of every house
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| The dogs begin to bark
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| The devil’s on the loose and his eyes
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| Can see in the dark
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| He’s going to give you double of everything
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| You never asked for
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| The devil’s on the loose
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| Excited to have a new start
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| He preserves his tail
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| And loans out his two big hearts
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| One to keep you busy
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| And the other to tear you apart
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| The devil’s on the loose
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| And we’re stuck in the middle of his game
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| We’re talking it over
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| But nobody knows what they’re saying
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| So let’s make love baby
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| I’ll see you some old sunny day |