Devil's in the Trail
There's a surge of strange headwear
Rushing up from Edgeware
Postured in the bed's glare
Through the windows where the feds stare
They come from magic harbours
To relegate our barbers
They're unlucky but they'd rather
See it as a search for karma
The Devil's in the breadcrumbs
They've come to suck your thumbs
The Devil's in the trail
Never in the detail
With them they carry big brass buckets
When they see a door they shut it
Throw the contents of the bucket
So the door gets blue all up it
For the onion chopping locals
Percussion drowns out the vocals
Others heed not their proposals
Merely shower them in opals
The Devil's in the breadcrumbs
They've come to suck your thumbs
The Devil's in the trail
Never in the detail
Sometimes the Devil is good
If you can use him you should
Sometimes the Devil is good
If you can use him you should
Sometimes the Devil is good
If you can use him you should
Headwear as strange as you like
Give me a thumb to suck
'Cos they'll have your life
And they'll steal your bike
Devil's in the trail
Never in the detail
No one else smells quite like this
No one else is so scentless
This is not my food to eat
Hold my nose my scentless sweet
Rushing up from Edgeware
Postured in the bed's glare
Through the windows where the feds stare
They come from magic harbours
To relegate our barbers
They're unlucky but they'd rather
See it as a search for karma
The Devil's in the breadcrumbs
They've come to suck your thumbs
The Devil's in the trail
Never in the detail
With them they carry big brass buckets
When they see a door they shut it
Throw the contents of the bucket
So the door gets blue all up it
For the onion chopping locals
Percussion drowns out the vocals
Others heed not their proposals
Merely shower them in opals
The Devil's in the breadcrumbs
They've come to suck your thumbs
The Devil's in the trail
Never in the detail
Sometimes the Devil is good
If you can use him you should
Sometimes the Devil is good
If you can use him you should
Sometimes the Devil is good
If you can use him you should
Headwear as strange as you like
Give me a thumb to suck
'Cos they'll have your life
And they'll steal your bike
Devil's in the trail
Never in the detail
No one else smells quite like this
No one else is so scentless
This is not my food to eat
Hold my nose my scentless sweet
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Calvesbert
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