Themselves - You Devil You lyrics

What if the devil stole your women Do you wait for ransome notes? Would you trust him? Could you trust him? Trust him like mom with a hot needle Or do you cut a hole in the roof? Hell and dump down armfulls of flowers And flat worms livening up his basement And maybe his heart starts a-changing And he starts sniffing flowers And he lets your girl go with fur coats and sh** You can't make satan prey You can't sick mom armed with hot needles You can't shoot guns down the sewer Or bang on the ceiling angry for god The devil is alot like you, he's scared up to its horns of happiness Don't deny yourself mornings Sing in the face of your enemies