Talk Of The Devil

Keep looking back over your shoulder

You don't know who might be there

Hiding under your bed or right behind your chair

Watching every move now and hearing every word

Be careful what you say now, you might be overheard

Don't talk of the devil

Don't talk of the devil

Don't talk of the devil

He might be near

He's watching from the tv

He waits to make a pass

You pour him from a bottle

He's smiling from your glass

He talks through women's lips now

He laughs through those eyes

Shooting from the hip now

It's all a batch of lies

Don't talk of the devil

Don't talk of the devil

Don't say I didn't warn you

'cause I'm a man who knows

Who wishes he'd never been born

Bad from head to toe

Better keep your nose clean

And keep your cards to your chest

The only thing you can do know

Is keep hoping for the best

Don't talk of the devil