I've been thinkin' 'bout the devil,
Dressed in such distracting clothes.
He never fails takin' the wind from my sails
And then grounding me on the shore.
Ah ooos
And it doesn't take long
When I summon him with my song.
He can't help but do favors for himself
So this time I'll string him along.
If you're feelin' proud will you let it show?
Will you only go as high as you go low?
Throw it underground and you let it grow.
Reap what you sow.
Yes reap what you sow.
It's a tale told time and again:
"You only get what you put in."
So if you're only willing to pretend,
Who are you, then, in the end?
I've been thinkin' 'bout the devil
Shoulda known he would not level with me, no
If you're feelin' proud will you let it show?
Will you only go as high as you go low?
Throw it underground and you let it grow.
Reap what you sow.
Yes reap what you sow.
