Devil's Work

The blinds here are so sharp and they cut

The light from the primitive sun

You know I really wanted her

Society thinks so highly of

This hotel I vomited on

Before I lost the sight of her

My man, he quietly closes the door

Now the pharaoh is woken

My hands, I feel like I’ve been here before

She has already spoken

Anyway

There’s no reason to get hurt

You don’t need to sell your shirt

To do the devil’s work

You finally find your place

You know it always works

You know it always works

I saw someone who looked like you on

The platform at Bondi station

But from a younger era

The lights in the bell house were still on

We all need somebody to love

Be we clothed or naked

My man, he quietly closes the door

Now the pharaoh is woken

My hands, I feel like I’ve been here before

She has already spoken

Anyway

There’s no reason to get hurt

You don’t need to sell your shirt

To do the devil’s work

You finally find your place

You know it always works

You know it always works

You finally found your place

End