Lyrics The Devil Makes Three

The Devil Makes Three

Help Yourself

Even the devil was an angel before he tried to rush the throne

Lord, they threw him down in hell there all alone

and now he builds a castle out of the sinners' bones

You'd be angry too if you could never go home

Well now, I ain't no preacher, no preacher man's son

I done some bad things but I like to have my fun

A thousand ways to heaven, a thousand ways to hell

Well I say, the good Lord helps those that help themselves

So help yourselves now

Old man Nicodemus could not make his heart believe

He could see that Jesus had some tricks up his sleeve

Said now, Oh man, Jesus I can't do things your way

But I can see you work with somebody big, so I'm backing your play

Old man Nicodemus, his pockets they were deep

But on the day the Romans decided to put Jesus to sleep

Jesus could not care for money now or any such thing

Old Nicodemus paid to have Jesus just buried like a king

Well now, I ain't no preacher, no preacher man's son

I done some bad things but I like to have my fun

A thousand ways to heaven, a thousand ways to hell

Well I say, the good Lord helps those that help themselves

So help yourselves now

Our father art in heaven hallowed be thy name

Told Noah "build a boat" on the driest of days

And everybody in the neighborhood said old Noah was insane

I guess when the waters receded now, the truth was plain

Well now, I ain't no preacher, no preacher man's son

I done some bad things but I like to have my fun

A thousand ways to heaven, a thousand ways to hell

Well I say, the good Lord helps those that help themselves

So help yourselves now

Moses was a great man, parted the waters of the Red Sea

Down the road to Egypt, he made sure the slaves were free

Well he could speak to God, so they say, yes indeed

Well the noise of his voice would have made our poor ears bleed

Moses, he had an army I tell you all his own

They stood in circles outside his very home

and when the the Pharaohs got to killing they left old moses alone

but the Romans drove their nails through old Jesus' bones

Well now, I ain't no preacher, no preacher man's son

I done some bad things but I like to have my fun

Why they got Jesus now and not Moses, who can tell?

But they do say, the good Lord helps those that help themselves

So help yourselves now