I've met the devil
On several Sundays
He's always sitting alone
His bottle dripping liquor burning
I've seen his testimony
Know its riddled with lies
I've sat and danced with temptation
Till the powder under my nose
Brought me begging on his doorstep
For a way to let go
Gave up my demons
So I wouldn't end up Dead in a ditch
But I still talk to the devil
Whenever im caught in a pinch