» » »

Dance With the Devil Lyrics

Follow us on

Dance With the Devil

 
CD  ·  DVD  ·  Sheet music

Dance With the Devil Darryl-

You see this girl and your heart stops cold-
her eyes are blue and her hair is gold.
You know it's best not to stop and stare-
the girl's an angel and you don't have a prayer.
You catch her eye and she turns away,
but don't be fooled by the games she'll play.
There ain't a girl can resist romance-
she may be an angel, but brother she likes to dance with the devil,
dance with the devil.
Ripe for the taking, the lady likes to dance with the devil,
dance with the devil- there's no mistaking the lady likes you.

You'd best believe it boys-
amazing, yes, but true.
She likes to dance with the devil,
and luck enough there's a devil in you
and you and you and you and you and...
you we gotta work on.
Get in the game kid, and make your play.
Go with the music and grind way- some like it fast..

Michael-

And some like it slow?

Darryl-

That's right!

Darryl and Michael-

A little bit of each won't kill you, you know.

So hold her tight and attend that need-
then when its right, let her take the lead.
Roll up your sleeves and hike your pants;
she may be an angel, but brother she likes to dance with the devil,
dance with the devil.
Once she gets cooking, the lady likes to dance with the devil,
dance with the devil-
when God ain't looking, the lady likes to..

By day she plays the saint- by night, just watch her fall

All-

She likes to dance with the devil

Darryl-

And heaven be praised, he's inside of us all!

Men-

The devil inside you

Michael-

Is out for the crown

Men-

The devil inside you

Michael-

Has got the dance down

Men-

The devil inside you

Michael-

Can make the girls swoon

Men-

And if he ain't there yet-

Darryl-

He'll be getting there soon!

Men-

She may be an angel, but brother she likes to dance with the devil,
dance with the devil-
so goes the tale, oh the lady likes to dance with the devil,
dance with the devil; beneath the halo the lady likes to...

Darryl and Michael-

She knows the moves and how; this I guarantee

Townspeople-

She likes to dance with the devil,
dance with the devil, dance with the devil

Darryl and Michael-

Whoever the devil may be!

Townspeople-

Dance with the devil, dance with the devil,
dance with the devil, dance with the devil,
dance, dance, dance, dance, whoever the devil may be!




Evil

Felicia-

Where the hell have you been?!

Clyde-

I'm going to have a Scotch. Would you like to join me?

Felicia-

By all means have a drink- that's your answer to everything, isn't it?
There isn't a problem on God's green earth
that can't be solved by a Chivas neat.
And either drinks on, life's looking sweet;
you get lost in the haze, an anaesthetized troll,
blind to the blackness that threatens to swallow this town whole.

Clyde-

I don't know what you're talking about Felicia

Felicia-

You never do Clyde- you never d- (she coughs up something)

Clyde-

What is it this time?

Felicia-

A silver dollar..

Clyde-

My god. She finally paid off..

Felicia-

Evil, Clyde! Everywhere it can be, I look out and see it-
evil, Clyde! Would you just look around?
It's there in the woods, in the trees,
in the moon as it glows, in the winds,
in the breeze, the power of the night's come to play.
It's all as plain as day!

Evil, Clyde! And no-one will discuss this insidious evil, Clyde!
There's no hope to be found, it starts in our flesh,
in our skins, that's where the evil grows- from our lusts,
from our sins. Madness, as real as can be- this insanity,
the world's lost its mind!

But you- no, you're doing fine.
A sad little king in a drunken decline from your weak
little chin to your weak little spine.
You're not fooling anyone, Clyde-
not you. More withered than wise, a do-nothing drunk,
spinning pitiful lies from your combed-over
hair to your glazed-over eyes, you're not fooling anyone-
(spits something into a kettle)

Felicia and Clyde-

Cherry pits!

Felicia-

Evil, Clyde! And it feeds by degree on our apathy,
evil, Clyde! Creeping in without sound, it starts in our homes,
in our beds, on our floors strewn with clothes.
Like a plague, how it spreads- and pity the woman who knows..

Do you think I don't see the way you look at Sukie Rougemont?
The way you drool and gape?
It doesn't escape me- oh you want her, its true.
But you can't see it through, you don't have the bal-
(she wretches up a candle)

Clyde-

A candle! Where's the cake?

Felicia-

It's that Darryl Van Horne and those women....those b**ches!

Clyde-

That's not any of my business

Felicia-

Of course not! And how can it be when the City Hall needs painting,
public spitting's on the rise,
the church has planned a bake sale, a Kiwanis elder dies,
Greta Neff is baking pies- get the Pulitzer prize, we got us a winner!

Evil, Clyde! You're part of the problem- evil, Clyde!
For just standing by; the town's going mad and it's everyone's fault!
Turn your back to the bad in the face of assault and the
final result is this ultimate evil, Clyde!!
Evil! Evil! Evil! Evil!Evil! (wretches up more cheery pits)

Clyde (picking up a frying pan)-

Felicia, I think we'd better call it a day.

Felicia-

CLYDE!
CD  ·  DVD  ·  Sheet music
Comments

comments powered by Disqus




All lyrics are the property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.