THE DEVIL KNOWS YOUR NAME Come closer, darling... The night is cold. There's a woman in the mirror with a cigarette of gold, and a secret on her lips that she's never once been told. There's a man beneath the chandelier with sorrow in his eyes, and a little taste of heaven wrapped in somebody else's lies. Oh, the band keeps playing softly, like it doesn't know the score, while the devil counts his blessings on the other side the door. Oh, the devil knows your name, and he knows what you desire. He'll warm you with a whisper, then leave you in the fire. You can drink away the memory, you can dance away the shame, but when midnight calls your number... the devil knows your name. Velvet wears the evening like a bruise beneath her skin, and every man who wants her has already lost to sin. She don't promise you forever, she don't promise you tonight. She just leans into the trumpet and turns darkness into light. There's a silver key between her fingers, there's a tremor in her hand, and somewhere underneath the music someone doesn't understand. Oh, the devil knows your name, and he knows the game you're playing. He knows the heart you're hiding and the price you're done paying. You can call it love or murder, you can call it fate or shame, but when the last glass hits the table... the devil knows your name. There's blood beneath the roses, there's a shadow in the wine, and somebody's been counting all the bodies left behind. Seven candles burning, one already gone, and the woman at the piano keeps singing like nothing's wrong. She sings low... “Everybody has a weakness. Everybody has a price. Everybody wants forgiveness. Everybody rolls the dice.” So kiss me like you mean it, lie to me like you care, tell me I'm the only one while she's waiting on the stairs. Give me one more beautiful lie, give me one more glass of gin. Because every door has got a lock, darling... and every lock lets somebody in. Oh, the devil knows your name, and tonight he knows mine too. He knows the things I wanted, he knows the things I wouldn't do. Let the trumpet cry like midnight, let the piano curse the rain, let the whole damn city whisper... the devil knows your name. Oh, the devil knows your name, so don't you say it twice. Some bargains come with diamonds, some bargains come with knives. And if you hear three knocks, darling, don't you answer all the same... Just remember who was calling. The devil knows your name. [Outro — whispered] And darling... he's been listening all night.
