The Devil

Clock strikes two, man I don't know what to do Shall I take that stop, shall I go on through On the path, that leads to home Or an app that makes sure I'll roam For a little while, crack a little smile Get that style, some of the bros call wild All the lights are red and attract Like a magnet, a dragnet is swung I'm kept In tension, so tense Believe something has got a hold of my pants Invisible big hands, feeds a new plan Transformed in flesh, see the b's stand Winking - let me think man Soon as the five-fingerhand is pointed out I comprehend who runs the joint and shouts It's the devil, again, again. A circle, cycle, spending more money on trifles The devil is there to thumb up as approval Choose and lose, for the bodies to perspire Dizz those who are worn out like flat tires No selfcontrol though, the remote is bold All b's in a fold, doin' what I'm told Pick one, some way to trick one Throw the bucks, it's time to stick one Don't know the reason, get no thing done Only lose some and don't bring home the bacon Feel frustration after this situation? Blame it on the 666 sucker He made me rock her!