Lyrics

Devil girl knows, devil girl chose Chose you for her lover, she will kill the others Devil girl knows, devil girl chose Chose you for a lover, she will kill the others Chose you for her lover, she will kill the others So we've come to that, whip that thing Feel like nobody's business She made it to the pearly gates Good for her, good for her She stopped at Reno's Carry-Out for a bottle of beer to take with her She madе it through the bum rush, the pat on the back Hе made it to the bathroom with no help from no one Amazing in itself, the state he was in He made it to the iron gates in a wheelchair Tried his luck at gambling on the way, to no avail Why resurrect something so blessed for me You thought I wasn't easy to please I tried to equate it in my drunken head I tried to equate it in my drunken head I tried to anesthetize my wound, my bullet in my leg She made it to Macy's just in time for last call Grabbed a bottle of beer on the way home Call it a nation, call it pure luck Good for her, good for her Try to speak the truth to your cemetery Get ready for the big bomb fuzz box Get ready for the new machine Ours is fading like black and white in the sixties No doubt to grasp The green blue grass will cover you over Some asshole at your wake will be telling jokes, really bad ones Stumbled down to the corner store Make you feel redeemed Baggage unfurled A priest confided in me that he was aroused by something he saw in a "Mechanics Illustrated" I thought it of interest, thought it pure, that a man of the cloth polished furniture Expect nothing from no one, and then you won't be let down Expect nothing from no one, then you won't be let down