Dancing With The Devil

You sold your soul to stay afloat

They raised the stakes to watch you fold

Locked the doors and tapped the phones

And you just fled to Mexico

No one's gonna fix all your mistakes

When dancing with the devil you had better keep your hands above the waist

Everything you touch will turn to sand

When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand

You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep

Without these voices in your head, a silent chorus of the dead you left behind

The taste of treason on her tongue

Settled in the D.C. slum

Built a house here watching time

That they colorized in song

She wiped the lipstick smudges from her face

When sleeping with the state you will eventually just learn to love the taste

Everything you touch will turn to sand

When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand

You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep

Without these voices in your head, a silent chorus of the dead you left behind

A new hope for the poor host

Just a penny to the rich

There's a rally down on Wall Street

As the fire burns in Kensington

Just carve another notch into your gun

Set the spark and take your mark, finally got him on the run

Everything you touch will turn to sand

When you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand

You never get the chance to understand just what it's like to sleep

Without these voices in your head, a silent chorus of the dead you left behind

You left behind