Ed Schrader’s Music Beat - Dizzy Devil lyrics
[Ed Schrader’s Music Beat - Dizzy Devil lyrics]
'Cause you jot me down as heiress
To a throne of general haggis
My stomach's tied up when you beckon
Padded verdicts on the terrace
'Cause you jot me down as heiress
To a throne of general haggis
My stomach's tied up when you beckon
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
I started coming out to gigs
To be incestuous and glib
Parade around like I was Gatsby
With broken hatchbacks and a blessing
In time of rationing abide
To a sick mogul's dented pipe
I wish we could be happy
I wish it was the nineties
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Now the victrola tried to skip
All of the records of my trip
I planted apple seeds in fire
So now does Nero pluck the lyre?
Devil!
Now the victrola tried to skip
Now the victrola tried to skip
Now the victrola tried to skip
Now the victrola tried to skip devil!
Now the victrola tried to skip
All of the records of my trip
I planted apple seeds in fire
So now does Nero pluck the lyre?
Devil!
Now the victrola tried to skip
Now the victrola tried to skip
Now the victrola tried to skip
Now the victrola tried to skip
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
Devil, Devil! Devil, Devil!
I started coming out to gigs
To be incestuous and glib
Parade around like I was Gatsby
With broken hatchbacks and a blessing
In time of rationing abide
To a sick mogul's dented pipe
I wish we could be happy
I wish it was the nineties