Don't make a liar of me
Don't listen well 'cause you were always on my knee
Don't sing all you can
All you receive is lying open on my hand
And there's little inspiration
No room to fight
But i wanted to be there this time
'cause i've got the devil on my shoulder
And there's fire in my eyes
Whose head will be heavy this time
As i'm swinging down with the misfits
And through greater glories now
All this all this is good
All you believed and all you never understood
You can know
All your pretense
And all your never letting go
And there's little inspiration
No room to fight
But i wanted to be there this time
'cause i've got the devil on my shoulder
And there's fire in my eyes
Whose head will be heavy this time
As i'm swinging down with the misfits
And through greater glories now
Old man would look at my look at my
These days would look at my look at my
These days would look at my look at my whole life
And there's something between
And its alright there's something in between
Old man when you kissed her
She didn't seem to mind
And all of your horses tried