In my most perilous times
I go by the devil’s book.

Burying conscience its tender rhymes
I find myself the safest nook.

In my times of hardest deals
I act as the devil wills.

Shedding my fragile conscientious guise
I find haven in compromise.

In my hours of moral crises
I decide what the devil please.

Stripping my garb of holy goodness
I find refuge in the devil’s face.

In my times when rages tempest
I qualify in the devil’s test.

His writs make me override
My morals and move onto devil’s side.