The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you, wait and see. The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you. You listen to me. You're making too much noise, You're a bunch of loud, loud boys. The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you three. The dogs are howling for lunch. Some old fool is singing loud in the crowd, Like an old radio with afterglow. Don't you know it's a threat The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you, wait and see. The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you. You listen to me. He don't get it yet? But listen here, my pets, You better rightly set And get a great big net, 'Cause howling at the moon Is gonna get you soon. You keep on speaking with riddles, Sam, Thinking you have Odin's brand, With a wolfish hand And Loki with your paw In a foreign land, Crying for your meal as you stand. And the tiny magician with a top hat— You've sought mystics But wrought darkness around With your guttural noise And howling voices. It's the call of the wild That can't be denied. When it's tied up with ego, It can get crooked inside. Clean your plates first And stay well fed, Because darkness always follows Where the wildest one's magic treads. Howl far... (far!) Howl loud... (loud!) But mind your crowd. The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you, wait and see. The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you. You listen to me. You're making too much noise, You're a bunch of loud, loud boys. The devil's gonna get you, He's gonna get you three. It's the call of the wild That can't be denied. When it's tied up with ego, It can get crooked inside. Clean your plates first And stay well fed, Because darkness always follows Where the wild one's magic treads And your wisdom will balance Your wild if you feed your head
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