Well I'll take two shots said the devil to the man   and layed a little book on the bar   well lord knows the devil he only talks shit   and only drinks whiskey from the jar   and his hands were raw and his eyes were cold    and his breath was pure alcohol and the sound of his voice it never got old   and he talked and talked and talked through the night   kept sippin his shine till the mornin' light   tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go   i put three bullets in his back.       well the devils bleedin' crude oil from a hole in his chest    and its panging on the bedpan drippin through the bedsheets    and all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds    and pawnin the oil at the market    well his heart ain't made of nothin but piss and vinegar    and his boots have trampled more than you would know    and his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill    its so fucking cold in here since you brought in the snow       Black heart leaking oil in the pan,    dealin' insults with his free hand    in this hospital bed bleedin'   Black heart you shot the plan to hell and the apathy ate you up inside      Like slivers of lead inside your food    he's the poison inside you    and you eat until you're full    and you eat until youre full   he lit the fires inside your belly full of medicine and whiskey    the aspirin, valium, codiene pills and silver rum       someone say a hail mary for this house    bless the corners and burn the devil out.