Devil Came a Calling
The Devil came a-calling, we took a midnight stroll
I asked him what he wanted, he said, 'Your immortal soul'.
For fifty years I'll spoil you, like the only man alive
With power, wealth, a mansion on Fellatio Drive.
The Devil came a-calling, all smiles and flattery
In his hands a contract, exclusively for me.
When the fifty years are over, I asked what happens then.
He pretended not to hear me, but he offered me his pen.
He showed me a house, it was as big as a star
He said to me, 'Patrick, what d'you think so far?'
The Devil came a-calling, no brimstone fire or rain.
In fact, I found him charming, articulate, urbane.
The Devil came a-calling, charisma all the way.
Imagine being master of all that you survey
He showed me his world, hell, he threw me the keys,
duced me to women, they were down on their knees.
The Devil came a-calling, we took a midnight stroll
I asked him what he wanted, he said, 'Your immortal soul'.
In his hands were papers, he told me they were signed.
My memory is hazy, I'm sure that I declined.
The Devil came a-calling, no brimstone fire or rain.
In fact, I found him charming, articulate, urbane.
In his hands were papers, he showed me they were signed.
My memory is hazy, I thought that I declined.
My memory is hazy, I'm sure that I declined.
The Devil came a-calling...
The Devil came a-calling...
I asked him what he wanted, he said, 'Your immortal soul'.
For fifty years I'll spoil you, like the only man alive
With power, wealth, a mansion on Fellatio Drive.
The Devil came a-calling, all smiles and flattery
In his hands a contract, exclusively for me.
When the fifty years are over, I asked what happens then.
He pretended not to hear me, but he offered me his pen.
He showed me a house, it was as big as a star
He said to me, 'Patrick, what d'you think so far?'
The Devil came a-calling, no brimstone fire or rain.
In fact, I found him charming, articulate, urbane.
The Devil came a-calling, charisma all the way.
Imagine being master of all that you survey
He showed me his world, hell, he threw me the keys,
duced me to women, they were down on their knees.
The Devil came a-calling, we took a midnight stroll
I asked him what he wanted, he said, 'Your immortal soul'.
In his hands were papers, he told me they were signed.
My memory is hazy, I'm sure that I declined.
The Devil came a-calling, no brimstone fire or rain.
In fact, I found him charming, articulate, urbane.
In his hands were papers, he showed me they were signed.
My memory is hazy, I thought that I declined.
My memory is hazy, I'm sure that I declined.
The Devil came a-calling...
The Devil came a-calling...
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Writer(s): Patrick Mcaloon
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