End of October, sun's fallen over
Wolves on the street, wolves on the street
Roaming, howling
Smoke in the distance, strangers are calling
Paid for your time, paid for your time boy
Hold on, hold on
He's not underground
He's not in the air
He's not in that book
You take everywhere
The Devil wears a suit
He lives in our town
He lives on our street
In your home, in your bed

Aren't you the bright one?
Aren't you the trooper?
Where did you go, where have you been son?
Nowhere, with no one
Talking in circles, point of confusion
Who needs a hug? Who needs a hug then?
You do you do

He's not underground

He's not in the air
He's not in that book
You take everywhere

The Devil wears a suit
He lives in our town
He lives on our street
In your home, in your home
In your bed

House of your friendly local accomplice
Shoes at the door, shoes at the door please
Mind your secrets
Out in the garden
Under the elk weed
Ribs in the dirt, ribs in a dirt heap
Silence, silence

He's not underground
He's not in the air
He's not in that book
You take everywhere
The Devil wears a suit
He lives in our town
He lives on our street
In your home, in your home
In your bed

The Devil wears a suit

The Devil wears a suit
The Devil wears a suit