One, two      Devil in the kitchen   Snake in the grass   Sat naked at the table   And filled his glass      He said, "Take my hand   Your answer will be here   Take my hand   And walk this way out of here"      There was a fire in the basement   Claimed your youth   Did you make your choices   Based on truth?      And the man, he bought the land   In his dying bed   The angel voices   Were ringing in his head      They say, "Can you get the truth from a liar?   Can it keep you warm without the fire?"   The walking blues was laughing, I heard him say   "The answer is inside your skull ring"      [Incomprehensible]      Well, my good book tells me I don't need ya   I can get the honey without the sting   Don't need more than fear, well, it don't mean a thing   The answer's right inside my skull ring