Devil's Work

The blinds here are so sharp and they cut.

The light from a primitive sun.

You know I really wanted her.

Society thinks so highly of

This hotel I vomited on

Before I lost the sight of her.

My man, he quietly closes the door,

Now the pharaoh has woken my hands.

I feel like I've been here before,

She has already spoken.

Anyway, there's no reason to get hurt,

You don't need to sell your shirt

To do the devil's work!

You finally found your place

You know it always works.

You know it always works.

I saw someone who looked like you on

The platform at bondi station,

But from a younger era.

The lights in the bellhouse were still on.

We all need somebody to love,

Be we clothed or naked.

My man, he quietly closes the door,

Now the pharaoh has woken my hands.

I feel like I've been here before,

She has already spoken.

Anyway, there's no reason to get hurt,

You don't need to sell your shirt

To do the devil's work!

You finally found your place

You know it always works.

You know it always works.

You finally found your place.