Lyrics The Walkabouts

The Walkabouts

Devil in the Details

The devils in the dull details

The devils in the coffin

Of the details

There will be no finer day

To take my breath

Survival is all parody

Contorted and extorted

For amusement

Colossal youth on megaphones

Please call us home

We need to come home quickly

Singalong

Did this job make us crazy?

Or were we so screwed up

We took this job?

Play dominoes with knucklebones

We feed the beast

Till he's too fat to walk

There are no devils left in hell

There simply are no devils

Left, in hell

Deliver us from deliverance

Deliver us, from all these awkward pauses

You are as brave as you believe

You are as brave as what you won't repeat

You are as lost as you need to be

You are as lost as what you won't admit

Did this job make us crazy?

Or were we so screwed up

We took this job?

The future is a slow retreat

The future is a muscle you don't have

Gonna shake tonight