Oh, the Devil has come

He's knocking down doors for fun

Shouting at radio songs for nothing

And in the corner of dread

He knits with an iron thread

Stories that make the boys scared of laughing

And I'll, if you gave me the time

I'd show you the things that I find in your soul

In your soul

In your soul

Is this a prize worth knowing

Leaving behind the old home

To marry another one

And then it all burns in a cigarette

Somewhere between the house and the car

And the birthdays and the clean white

picket fence and the football net

You realised you still ain't happy yet

Why the fuck ain't you happy yet?

But I'll, if you gave me the time

I'd show you the things that I find in your soul

If ever your Devil is kind

Promise me you will try and try to let go

To let go

To let go

Let go darling

Are you happy darling?