[Intro] [Verse 1 — Fast, Rhythmic, Slightly Aggressive] Elevator doors are closing slow, Somebody's running, yelling, "Hold that door!" My finger's hovering over the button, And my brain says, "Man, what you waiting for?" I could save 'em seven floors of stairs, Or I could watch 'em disappear. I smile and hit the button like a saint, While my inner voice says, "Damn, you ain't gotta care!" [Pre-Chorus — Guitar Builds, Bass Keeps Rolling] I don't say it, I don't do it, But the thought just came right through it. Little voice with a crooked grin, Knows exactly where to begin. [Chorus — Big, Smooth Groove; Gang Vocals on the Hook] Devil on my shoulder, whisper in my ear, Telling me the things I shouldn't wanna hear. I know better, but I let him talk, Little bad ideas taking midnight walks. Devil on my shoulder, dressed up like a friend, Says, "It's just a thought, man, what's the consequence?" I don't need horns, I don't need a disguise, He's got my voice and he knows my lines. [Verse 2 — More Bite, Bouncy Bass and Choppy Guitar] Somebody cuts me off, I'm doing fine, My brain writes a speech at the speed of light. Three paragraphs of things I shouldn't say, And a whole damn movie about ruining their day. Somebody asks me how I'm doing today, I say, "Pretty good," while my brain says, "Go away." I hold the door, let somebody cut the line, Then imagine saying something that'll get me fired. [Pre-Chorus — Tight Harmonies, Rising Tension] I don't say it, I don't do it, But the thought just came right through it. Little voice with a crooked grin, Knows exactly where to begin. [Chorus — Full Band, Punchy Backing Vocals] Devil on my shoulder, whisper in my ear, Telling me the things I shouldn't wanna hear. I know better, but I let him talk, Little bad ideas taking midnight walks. Devil on my shoulder, dressed up like a friend, Says, "It's just a thought, man, what's the consequence?" I don't need horns, I don't need a disguise, He's got my voice and he knows my lines. [Bridge — Half-Time Groove, Cool and Menacing] Maybe I'm a saint, maybe I'm a fraud, Maybe I'm just human with a glitch in the job. A thought ain't a promise, an urge ain't a plan, But the devil keeps asking, "Come on, be a man." He don't make me do it, he just makes a suggestion, Turns a split-second impulse to a full-blown obsession. I can laugh, I can walk, I can leave it alone— (Beat drops out) But damn, that little bastard knows my phone. [Guitar Break — Fast, Slick, Slightly Chaotic] (Spoken ad-libs) Don't do it. I'm not gonna do it. You should do it. I'm not gonna— Nah, we're good. [Final Chorus — Fastest, Biggest, Aggressive Gang Vocals] Devil on my shoulder, whisper in my ear, Telling me the things I shouldn't wanna hear. I know better, but I let him talk, Little bad ideas taking midnight walks. Devil on my shoulder, dressed up like a friend, Says, "It's just a thought, man, what's the consequence?" I don't need horns, I don't need a disguise, He's got my voice— [Outro — Band Hits, Bass Groove Continues] (Spoken, amused) Anyway... You gonna hold that elevator or what? [Final drum hit]
