I take cover under shelter I cower at the sight I’ve seen too much brutality Every day that turns to night It’s a forgone conclusion There’s evil on these streets You’ve got to be suspicious Of everyone you meet The Devil walks amongst us He’s draped in purple sheets Tapping on the pavement The ground beneath our feet He speaks of tales and folklore He’s a thorn that rides a rose That ****** your tender finger When you’re vulnerable; exposed Take heed and hear my warning Don’t be put under a spell Because he’s got your reservation For your seat way down in hell