Level With the Devil - Fake Problems

Well maybe God has a plan for me.

I could really use some divinity.

But if that doesn’t map itself out I guess

I’m gonna really have to man-up and

Watch out for the devil.

Momma says God’s eye is on me.

These songs you’ve been writing,

Well, me and Jesus don’t approve.

Get over it.

Well, it seem you’re really nervous

About all the sexy drugs

That you’re so convinced I do so much of.

And I appreciate the concern, but I’m

Kind of insulted now

What kind of person do you think I am?

You’re absolutely terrified

About the roof over my head.

You count to yourself every day

About the ways I’ll end up dead.

And I try and try reluctantly

To do what that good book says.

But this won’t be the first time

That I play pretend.

And,

Watch out for the devil.

Momma says God’s keeping up on me.

I write these songs

You’ve been riding.

Well, me and God don’t approve.

So over it is getting to the point

You say cry for weeks on end.

And I never wanted that,

So lets take it down and sugarcoat

Every last word.

Instead of lyrics from now on I’ll just

Hum every verse.

And,

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo

Doo doo doo doo doo

And I hate repeating myself

Release after release.

This reel to reel is nothing more

Than a diary.

And I know I must be

Responsible.

I just need myself to know

How far this night ends.

Watch out for the devil.

I know you think hes already got me.

These songs I’ve been writing

Are the only thing that keeps me

Away from evil.

Do you believe in me?

Do you believe in anything?

Are you going to sleep tonight

With a bible under your bed?

Oh,

Come on.