The Devil’s Gotta’ Earn

I hear everbody talking wishin’ I was gone
Everybody else is doin’ everybody wrong
Well alright. I’m done hangin’ round
I don’t need no needle, and I don’t need no pills
And I don’t need no doctor to tell me how I feel
Alright, you can keep the bill

I been drinkin’ poison and hopin’ you’d fall ill

So maybe I’m an angel and maybe I’m a thief
Maybe I’m a beggar that you walk by on the street
Alright, you cut off both my wings
Sell me for a nickel. The devil’s gotta earn
I don’t need no banker to tell me what I’m worth
It’s alright. Some folks they never learn
You’re eating fire and you’re praying I get burnt

Papa always warned me, “Careful who you trust. Kings -
They build their castles with your blood. It’s alright
They all just turn to dust
So, let ‘em take your wallet. Let ‘em take your things
You got your soul, boy and that’s all you need to sing.”
Well alright then. Come on take everything

Like stealin’ flowers from the graves of the deceased
They’re doin’ nothin and takin’ claim for everything
Like getting married without payin’ for the ring