The devil smiled and put on her party dress,nOut on the curb her curls were a mess.nChaos went tumblin' through her nimble hands,nNever skipped a beat as she netted another man.nIn forty-five minutes his head was on a platenServed as the main course at a banquet for the state. nShould've stayed home.nShould've worked late.nShould've sent those letters in the dusty milk crate,nBut it's too late ha ha.nIt doesn't matter anyway,nCuz when the light goes out heads are gonna roll. nIn an hour and a half the devil was down by the sea,nWorking strange mischief on her bride to be.nIt seems the pretty girl was laughing as her world was filled with doubt,nShe laughed as her own head was chopped off and the fish came spilling out.nWatching the fish swim into the sea through a river of red, she said,nI've been wondering what's been troubling my head.nAnd I thank you for expelling those irritating pests,nNow if you'd slap me back together I'll be at my very best,nAnd we can go you devil, we can go.nShould've set the clocks back.nShould've taken her time.nShould've set her hair on fire with vodka and lime,nBut it's too late ha ha...nIt doesn't matter anyway,nCuz when the light goes out heads are gonna roll. nNow the story takes a happier turn,nCuz the devil loved the girl and the feeling was returned.nThey cut through the trees knocking the tops off as they flew,nTo a pretty place for kissing, a place with a view.nThey watched a man lay down his hand in a game of chance,nThe lust for luck and security is a hopeless romance.nThe devil grinned and whispered, comfort is a myth...nThe clock is ticking ticking, goin' tick tick tick tick. nShould've took the train.nShould've wore black.nShould've rode his high horse over a red apple jack,nBut it's too late ha ha...nIt doesn't matter anyway,nCuz when the light goes out heads are gonna roll