The turnpike traffic's growing loud almost enough to make your daddy proud sometimes the sound of someone's heart leaves you lying on the ground the hint of truth you tried after all the lies you cried The light on the horizon that the darkness lets inside the rhyme inside the hearse on the backside of the curse the east wind sings the chorus but you don't know the words They call me the Jersey Devil they call me one eyed Jack they say that I'm the reason that no one has your back [instrumental break] Can you feel the silence the rumble on the tracks you try to find the weakness that's hidden in the facts you mar your face with warpaint instead of lowering your guard you scan the sky for shelter when the path is growing dark It's too late for solace You let all the feathers fall now you dress yourself in failure as the roll is finally called They call me the Jersey Devil they call me one eyed Jack they say that I'm the reason that no one has your back Yeah, they call me the Jersey Devil you better watch your back
