[Intro] The last lamp in your town is lit And you walked right on past it Your mother said these woods were ours Come in. We've been up here for hours. [Verse] Black wick, thick wax, it's lit, it spits, pitch dark, still you see each brick, Thirteen sit in a ring, thin sisters, grim lips, linked wrists, Blood in the Devil's book, one look, we shook, and that's us hooked, No prayer he overlooked, no crook, no nook to hide, we're cooked, Clock stops, pot's hot, he knocks at twelve, we've got one shot, He wants it on the dot, if not, we drop, we rot, that's what we bought, You, out past the town, no sound, lost hound on witch ground, Kneel down, turn round, you're found, one loud shout and you're bound, [Drop] Once around for what we took Twice for the Devil and his book Three times round, he's at the door He drank it all and he wants more Once around for what we took Twice for the Devil and his book Three times round, he's at the door He drank it all and he wants more [Verse 2] Priest's eyes, twin green, picked clean, still keen, they see, they gleam, They float in the steam and peek at me each time I feed the heat, Child's foot, left, wet, kept on a shelf since the tenth, no smell, well set, She fell at the fence, she yelled, nobody went, nobody helped, Hope, I don't grow it, don't own it, so I stole it, yours, at the gate, You won't know it left, slow, cold, a hole below the throat, One cup, thick sludge, old-blood colour, the Devil gulps, he's done, That stuff buys us one more summer up above the mud, [Drop] Once around for what we took Twice for the Devil and his book Three times round, he's at the door He drank it all and he wants more Once around for what we took Twice for the Devil and his book Three times round, he's at the door He drank it all and he wants more [Verse] Hinge sticks, wind quits, the Devil's in, thin grin, he sits, he sips, Licks the rim, drinks it, big swig, spits a pip, wipes his lips, Then he looks at you, who knew? He knew. He chose you way last June, You can move, he's through with food his food you're food, he'll send a few crows for you soon, Head back, flat track, no slack, don't crack when the branches clack, Home, strike a match, lamp will catch, flame will stand up fat and black, That's the old goat's mark, your name's on the line, the one right under mine, One sister's tired, she's dying, and by this time next year you'll sign, [Climax] Once around for what we took Twice for the Devil and his book Three times round, he's at the door He drank it all and he wants more [Outro] Go home and let that black lamp burn A year from now it is your turn We've got a spoon. We've kept a chair. This night next fall, we'll see you there.
