The Devil Wears A Suit

End of October, sun's fallen over

Wolves on the street, wolves on the street

Roaming, howling

Smoke in the distance, strangers are calling

Paid for your time, paid for your time boy

Hold on, hold on

Oh

He's not underground, he's not in the air

He's not in that book you take everywhere

The devil wears a suit

He lives in our town, he lives on our street

In your home, in your bed

Aren't you the bright one? Aren't you the trooper?

Where did you go? Where have you been son?

Nowhere, with no one

Talking in circles, point of confusion

Who needs a hug? Who needs a hug then?

You do, you do

Oh

He's not underground, he's not in the air

He's not in that book you take everywhere

The devil wears a suit

He lives in our town, he lives on our street

In your home, in your home, in your bed

House of your friendly local accomplice

Shoes at the door, shoes at the door please

Mind your secrets

Out in the garden, under the elk weed

Ribs in the dirt, ribs in a dirt heap

Silence, silence

Oh

He's not underground, he's not in the air

He's not in that book you take everywhere

The devil wears a suit

He lives in our town, he lives on our street

In your home, in your home, in your bed

The devil wears a suit (3x)