The Devil's Suit
Words by Bryon Bowers
Baby Blue station wagon
on a hot Texas day
got my church clothes on
confession comin' my way…
Voices risin'
filling up my ears
don't see no god
Taking' way my fears
Been lookin' hard
For all these years…
Your angel eyes
Locked in on me
One evil root
Climbing' up my tree
You take off your Angel crown
I'll put on my Devil's Suit
white robes flowin'
pageantry on a lovely day
thinking of ringing your bell
in that very special way
your knowing angel eyes
smiling back at me
holy spirit coming out
same mouth it came on in
Your angel eyes
Locked in on me
One evil root
Climbing' up my tree
You take off your Angel crown
I'll put on my Devil's Suit
Tabernacle day
Your body sways down the line
Hair bobbin' side to side
gotta drink that blood
talk about that flood
water's comin' comin' down
your finger stopping' at the tip
stopping' there to linger
Your angel eyes
Locked in on me
One evil root
Climbing' up my tree
You take off your Angel crown
I'll put on my Devil's Suit
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