| Song | Devil |
| Artist | The Servant |
| Album | The Servant |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette | |
| Knocking this morning a black silhouette | |
| Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette | |
| And his eyes were glowing like two lit cigarettes | |
| Me and the devil were standing side by side | |
| I looked in the mirror into my own eyes | |
| Me and the devil were standing side by side | |
| He held out his claws and I began to rise | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| \"I know you know it's time to go\" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| \"I know you know it's time to go\" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| About every week I come ringing for the dead | |
| I pile ‘em up high - feets and heads | |
| I squash ‘em in tight | |
| I shout my call | |
| I'll take your little dead boy | |
| I'll take your little dead girl | |
| About every week I come ringing for the dead | |
| I pile ‘em up high - feets and heads | |
| I squash ‘em in tight | |
| I shout my call: | |
| I'll take your little dead boy | |
| I'll take your little dead girl | |
| I don't mind\" | |
| You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle | |
| Bury my body in the fresh meat aisle | |
| You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle | |
| And I will rise again like an exocet missile | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| \"I know you know it's time to go\" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| \"I know you know it's time to go\" | |
| I got me and the devil blues |
| Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette | |
| Knocking this morning a black silhouette | |
| Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette | |
| And his eyes were glowing like two lit cigarettes | |
| Me and the devil were standing side by side | |
| I looked in the mirror into my own eyes | |
| Me and the devil were standing side by side | |
| He held out his claws and I began to rise | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| About every week I come ringing for the dead | |
| I pile ' em up high feets and heads | |
| I squash ' em in tight | |
| I shout my call | |
| I' ll take your little dead boy | |
| I' ll take your little dead girl | |
| About every week I come ringing for the dead | |
| I pile ' em up high feets and heads | |
| I squash ' em in tight | |
| I shout my call: | |
| I' ll take your little dead boy | |
| I' ll take your little dead girl | |
| I don' t mind" | |
| You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle | |
| Bury my body in the fresh meat aisle | |
| You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle | |
| And I will rise again like an exocet missile | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues |
| Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette | |
| Knocking this morning a black silhouette | |
| Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette | |
| And his eyes were glowing like two lit cigarettes | |
| Me and the devil were standing side by side | |
| I looked in the mirror into my own eyes | |
| Me and the devil were standing side by side | |
| He held out his claws and I began to rise | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| About every week I come ringing for the dead | |
| I pile ' em up high feets and heads | |
| I squash ' em in tight | |
| I shout my call | |
| I' ll take your little dead boy | |
| I' ll take your little dead girl | |
| About every week I come ringing for the dead | |
| I pile ' em up high feets and heads | |
| I squash ' em in tight | |
| I shout my call: | |
| I' ll take your little dead boy | |
| I' ll take your little dead girl | |
| I don' t mind" | |
| You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle | |
| Bury my body in the fresh meat aisle | |
| You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle | |
| And I will rise again like an exocet missile | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| Me and the devil blues | |
| " I know you know it' s time to go" | |
| I got me and the devil blues |