The devil is my running matenAnd this here is his favourite statenSorry you folks had to wait.nHe always likes to show up latennNo that ain't a rainbow, sonnStreetlamps on petroleumnLet's pull in here and get us somenSupplies are running out nownnIt ain't the reason for the warnThat's meanness boy nAnd nothing morenThey tried to do this all beforenBut daddy wouldn't let themnnSometimes I don't what I got intonSometimes I can't stand nTo read my namenSometimes I can only hear their voicesnCasting me back from where I camennThe devil is my running matenConfusion is his favourite statenSurely you folks can relatenI know we've gathered here to hatennIt doesn't matter who we blamenAs long as you all hear a namenAll them bastards look the samenEveryone is guiltynnEverybody look awaynLook away, look awaynIt doesn't matter what I saynIt's what I do that's shiftynnSometimes I don't know nWhat we got intonSometimes I don't think I know a thingnSometimes I can't even nSee the trees nownFor the flames, for the flamesnnThe devil is my running matenAnd this here is his favourite statenThere ain't no other candidatenIt wouldn't matter anywaynnThe devil is my running matenThe devil is my running matenThe devil is my running mate