When the Devil's Loose

Drag your shadow down the street Is it you I was to meet With your saints there on a chain Waiting on another rain And I'm going down Where the waves will surround To the roll and the pound Of the wild, wild sea Talking sweet to me Marching in a slow

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Up with the eveving sun the river rolls on by Our neighbors they tell secrets the neighbors they tell lies and somewhere the plane went down these things they never start somebody feels the knife and somebody calls the cops oh the living, and the dyi