| I never had time for preachers
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| Until I knew I was one
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| Sell-righteous soul saviours
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| Nor lifes hard knock teachers
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| I’ve been on the stage
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| Breathing fire and brimstone from the pulpit
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| Too late to grow old or to retire
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| Too cast in stone to change my ways
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| You let the devil
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| In your heart
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| I’ll be the devil
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| Let me in
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| So when did it come all down to this
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| We place our faith in another man’s hands
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| Was I ever a man of words or deeds
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| Or a charlatan from a foreign land
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| You get down on your knees
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| And pray to the devil in your heart
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| I’ll be the devil
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| In your hearts
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| I never had time for preachers
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| Until I knew I was one
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| For self-righteous soul saviours
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| Nor lifes turn the other cheek teachers
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| We’ll be the devils
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| In your hearts
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| And i’ll be die devil
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| In your hearts |