There Goes the Devil

There goes the devil, telling me to lie again, puts his arm around me, says its alright to pretend that you can get more than you give

And he wears a raincoat, that celebrities have autographed because they're working for him on his special staff, he gets a couple more every week

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money

There goes the devil, creeping in my life's design, where does it get you, being such a damn nice guy
I've been trying to reach you, ever since you bought that suit and tie

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money

I started out helping others, we started out sisters brothers, and all of my time was taken, all of my taxes paid and
I'm not my brother's keeper, staring at the old grim reaper waving down his blade at me, telling me I can't succeed

Dear God I hate to say I'm sorry, but I just wanted you to love me, even though I still love money
Dear god I hate to turn the tables, but I just hate waiting tables, in my mid-twenties, I need more money