It doesn't always have a shapenAlmost never does it have a namenIt maybe has a pitchfork maybe has a tailnBut evil is alive and wellnIt might walk upright from out of the infernonMay be coming horseback through deep snownIt's ragged fat and fat, it's hungry as hellnnEvil is alive and wellnEvil is alivenEvil is wellnEvil is alivenEvil is wellnOn your feet to the tower and yellnEvil is alive and wellnnMay be too humble to want to speaknMay have a blood soaked bird in it's teethnSmoked filled skies and bees in the wellnEvil is alive and wellnMaybe in a palace it may be in the streetsnMay be here among us on a crowded beachnMay be asleep in a roadside motelnBut evil is alive and wellnnEvil is alivenEvil is wellnEvil is alivenEvil is wellnOn your feet to the tower and yellnEvil is alive and wellnnIt's wellnDown in every ditchnUp on every hillnIt's wellnI've got my radio onnDrowning the bellsnnWhen midnight's done and the day won't startnAnd All I ever gave you was a broken heartnIt's hard to admit but it's easy to tellnThat evil is alive and well