if we're all in at the beginning
then how the hell do you think it's gonna end?
with nadja at 6.30
rafaela due at nine
some nymph from mt parnassus
back at mine already measuring glasses
something takes my heart and stops it spinning
i'd fight were it not hopeless to pretend
the tears steaming thickly burn a hole into the floor
the statue of copernicus turns life
sticks his compasses

like devils in the soul
devils in the soul
little bit warm little bit cold
little bit bought little bit sold
little bit free and a little bit hold
devils in the soul

i could spend a lifetime on the platform
them nights i'd move to throw it all away
and while my toes are tapping so i stare after your frame
through the window's methaned arc
the midnight train to honor oak park
i don't see the room between your thin frail arms
since i set up chapel there to pray
the message boards are issuing their signals of distress
and everything is ended love
our new address as unintended

devils in the soul
devils in the soul
little bit known little bit told
little bit praise little bit scold
little bit rocked and a little bit rolled
devils in the soul

sometimes still i dream of rafaela
though venus keeps it cuffed up by the balls
the sermon's dirty and the preacher's name is black
and lovers lost for language look around the back to get a sandwich
here's osiris dressed as cinderella
leaping up and jeering from the stalls
i'm measured 'gainst a weighing pan that's full of shit and fur
my end downward
headed groundward
lynched by filthy
goatassed
brownshirt

devils in the soul
devils in the soul
little bit green little bit old
little bit scared little bit bold
little bit raise and a little bit fold

devils in the soul
devils in the soul
little bit base little bit gold
little bit ragged little bit dolled
little bit chained
out of control
those devils in the soul