Devil and a Stiff Drink
© A Zoli and M Hart, 2011 (ASCAP)

The Devil dressed up, as a man,
He took my body; he took my hand
And he led me to the point of no salvation

He spoke so sweet, he poured the wine;
We danced to thunder breaking over as our bodies intertwined
And I woke in his dark imagination

But these flames, feel like home to me,
With fire coursing through my veins I think I finally see
With the Devil my heart is meant to be

I don’t need no savior, don’t wanna be saved,
Don’t need no holy roller telling me just how I gotta behave
Just give me my Devil and a good stiff drink

I'll take your convictions, I’ll take your truths,
I’ll take your black lies covered in red tape and I’ll throw them back at you
So don’t you bother telling me how to think

Cuz these flames, feel like home to me,
With fire coursing through my veins I think I finally see
With the Devil my heart is meant to be

But these flames, feel like home to me,
I have never felt so free
Don’t take this away from me
Cuz with fire coursing through my veins I think I finally see
That with the Devil my heart is meant to be

Just gimme my Devil
Just give me my Devil and a good stiff drink.