it was a wild night, last night
a bottle of J&B, and me
we talked for hours and hours
bout the sun, moon and the stars in the sky
then a knock on the door
a man with horns, cloved hooves and a tail
he said he was the devil
the devil in the bottle
then he took my hand
and we waltzed to the land of nod
and i slowly unwittingly sank
into the honey slumber of slumbers
i dreamt in shades of orange and blue
of the neon sign in the deep dusk of day
a little dingy bar; a soul at stake
as he took my hand and we flew away
the dark beauty of the forest at night
he took out my heart for me to see
an evil that lurked inside that was mine
mottled black with the rage of life
i wept and i cried in the company of shadows
of innocence lost and the dreams of youth
before darkness came upon me swift
beneath the misty halo of a waxing moon
i looked around and the devil was gone
just an empty bottle and and a throbbing head
as i lay in my bed and looked up above
a black ceiling, a black dawn, and a blacker soul
