I saw him at the station
He's waitin' for the bus
A little devil from the country
Head was on the rush
He's wearin' blue jeans
With the blue all covered up in dust
A little devil from the country
Devil from the country
Who has control of the cold
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown
Merry-go-round. It's time I said
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar
Who has the eye of a king
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar
They're sendin' out the bloodhounds
And the Idaho police
A little devil from the country
Hidin' on the beach
Somewhere in Southern California
He's comin' after me
A little devil from the country
Devil from the country
Who has control of the cold
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown
Merry-go-round. It's time I said
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar
Who has the eye of a king
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar
They fixed the damage by the aftershock
The ones still broken were the laughingstock
I won't be comin' back
I won't be comin' back
Lump in my throat
So near to love
Think I can taste it
Side of the road
Die if I wish
No need to waste it
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