The Devil's Suit

From The Devil's Suit by Bryon Bowers

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
Open in the poetry book

More music