You see him at the crossroads, Or on the corner cutting deals. A dark shadow as the sun sets, Drives a black car, With big black wheels. He's the silhouette, Of all of us, The mirror of our hopes and our sins, The devil's in the south, Our dark, evil twin. He conjures in us violence, He summons in us hate, He brings out our depravity, The inner monster in us escapes. He's baked in the streets of Haythian, He's grown in the inbred bellies, Of the women in Laveau, He hides in the pocket, Named after him, The Devil's in the South, And he's also in you. You might hear his wicked laughter, Carried on the breeze from the gulf, His cackle as he burns your innocence away, In a haze of horny sex and illicit drugs. He watches you on the monitor screen, As you strip off for the first time all your clothes, Next thing you know you're turning tricks, At the Master Bates Inn, In nothing but lingerie and panty hose. He conjures in us violence, He summons in us hate, He brings out our depravity, The inner monster in us escapes. He's baked in the streets of Haythian, He's grown in the inbred bellies, Of the women in Laveau, He hides in the pocket, Named after him, The Devil's in the South, And he's also in you. He's even in the books of knowledge, They keep in the library at C U, His arcane thoughts twisting the words, Until dark magic bleeds into the malleable minds, Of the youth. He watches from the clock tower, As they give up all that makes them young, Infecting them with poison, Like black smoke clogging up their lungs. He conjures in us violence, He summons in us hate, He brings out our depravity, The inner monster in us escapes. He's baked in the streets of Haythian, He's grown in the inbred bellies, Of the women in Laveau, He hides in the pocket, Named after him, The Devil's in the South, And he's also in you.
