Devil's Grip

(hell yeah)

There's a shadow at the crossroads

Smelling of sulphur and rain

He's got a pocket full of promises

And a needle for your pain

He's whispering the names of the lost

He's counting up the final cost

(oh no)

Oh, the devil's at the back door knocking Keeping the pendulum rocking

Trading your soul for a spark in the dark (yeah!)

He'll write your name in a black book

With a feather from a fallen wing

You'll dance until your boots wear out But you'll never hear the

angels sing

He's whispering the names of the lost

He's counting up the final cost (oh no)

Oh, the devil's at the back door knocking Keeping the pendulum rocking

Trading your soul for a spark in the dark (yeah!)

Oh, the devil's at the back door knocking Keeping the pendulum rocking

Trading your soul for a spark in the dark

(no turning back!)

Devil's at the door

Yeah, he's at the door... (ahhhh)