Songtext von There Goes The Devil

There goes the devil Telling me to lie again Puts his arm around me Says it's all right to pretend That you can get more than you give And he wears a raincoat That celebrities have autographed And they're working for him On his secret special staff He gets a couple more Sent to him every week Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry But I Just wanted you to love me Even though I still love money There goes the devil Creeping in my life's design So where does it get you Being such a damn nice guy I've trying to reach you Ever since you bought that suit and tie Man you look nice And dear God I hate to say I'm sorry But I Just wanted you to love me Even though I still love money And dear God I hate to turn the tables But I just hate waiting tables In my mid-twenties I need more money I started out helping others We started out sisters brothers And all of my time was taken All of my taxes paid I am not my brother's keeper Staring at the old grim reaper Waving down his blade at me Telling me I won't succeed Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry But I Just wanted you to love me Even though I still love money Oh, whoa Dear God I hate to turn the tables on you But I Just hate waiting tables In my mid-twenties now I need more money