Paroles Level with the devil Fake Problems

Level with the devil

Well maybe God has a plan for me.
I could really use some divinity.
But if that doesn't map itself out I guess
I'm gonna really have to man-up and

Watch out for the Devil.
Momma says he's got his eyes out for me
These songs you've been writing,
Well, me and Jesus don't approve.
Get over it.

Well, it seems you're really nervous
About all the sexy drugs
That you're so convinced I do so much of.
And I appreciate the concern, but I'm
Kind of insulted now
What kind of person do you think I am?

You're absolutely terrified
you ain't the roof over my head.
You count to yourself every day
the ways I'll wind up dead.
And I'll try and try reluctantly
To do what the good book says.
But this won't be the first time
That I've played pretend.
And,

Watch out for the Devil.
Momma says he's got his eyes out for me, yeah right
These songs you've been writing.
Well, me and God don't approve.
So over it

Is getting to the point you say cry for weeks on end.
And I never wanted that,
So lets tone it down and sugarcoat every last word.
Instead of lyrics from now on I'll just
Hum every verse.

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo

And I hate repeating myself
Release after release.
This reel to reel is nothing more
Than a diary.
And I know I must be
Responsible.
I just need myself to know
How honest I can be

Watch out for the Devil.
I know you think hes already got me.
These songs I've been writing
Are the only thing that keeps me
Pure and away from evil.

Do you believe in me?
Do you believe in anything?
Are you going to sleep tonight
With a bible under your bed?

Oh,
Come on.