You look like the devil ,when you're playing.
The guitar man with the face that contorts, he's cavorting.
He's a player, an angel slayer.
He drops to his knees, before his brothers and sisters,
All fallen angels.
Dark demon with love in his eyes.
Fallen angel's demise.
The demon is her lover.

And the she ***** is single.
She's dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
who is single.

A face full of stone cold sober guitar.
The guitarist, the angelic
mother of lust.
Moth eaten wings, pretty things,
Golden mind without no strings.
No dulcet tones, just lonesome moans
Noisy wails.
Discount lover bought in the sales.

And the she ***** is single,
She dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
Who is single.

Let the devil play on.
One look and she's gone.
(c) Livvi