Flowers and sparklers, one in each of my hand

Big stars and mile markers, the odors of a man

I don’t belong in the devilsong

Let me be ashamed and confound my haste

Cook me in onions and vinegar for taste

I don’t belong in the devilsong

Portion out my congregation like tools in the shed

Possess my tongue with ridicule instead

I don’t belong in the devilsong

Rebuke my beasts, that great heard of bulls

With their pieces of silver and their vile book of rules

I don’t belong in the devilsong

I’ll quit my talkin’ i’ve gone on too long

Forget my complaining I know that it’s wrong

I don’t belong in the devilsong

Do not spend yer prayers sir on my sinful soul

Just fill yer horn with blood and oil and go

I don’t belong in the devilsong