Satan Pulls the Strings

Baby's in the cradle, Mama's in the bed

Sparrow's on the windowsill and the devil's in my head.

Devil's in my head mama, devil's in my head

Baby's in the cradle and the devil's in my head

When the winter yields to summertime

The whip-poor-will she sings

My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings

Satan pulls the strings mama, Satan pulls the strings

My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings

Well the front beat's in my brother, Lord

And the back beat's in me

God is in the song and the devil's in my feet

Lord, devil's in our feet, mama devil's in our feet

God is in the song and the devil's in our feet

Mama's cooking something up, serving to us all

Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call

Gotta take the call, boys, gotta take the call

Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call

Gotta take the call, boys, gotta take the call

Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call