Marc Almond - The Devil (Okay) (Le Diable) lyrics
[Marc Almond - The Devil Okay Le Diable lyrics]
One day the devil came above ground
One day the devil came above ground
To study his interests he saw everything
The devil, he heard everything
And having seen all having heard all
He returned to his home below and down below
They organised a grand feast
At the end of this feast
The devil rose to deliver his speach
This is the jist of what he said
Okay!
Okay the world up there is like a sea
Of raging fires that spit and roar okay
And man has fought like crazy
With dangerous games of war okay
Trains are derailed a crash
His boys filled with ideals
Place bombs on the tracks
Well that creates original death
That death creates without confession
Confessions without remission okay
Nothing is sold but all is bought
Honour and sainthood okay
And states change secretly
Into anonymous societies okay hey hey
And the mighty extort their dollars
From countries that are poor
And Europe also rips the scars
With it's post colonial gorge
That creates death from starvation
And starvation of nations okay
And man has seen so much of it
That his eyes have become grey
Okay, hey hey hey hey hey
And no songs seem to exist
Except when sung on stage okay
They dispense with hired thugs
And jack-ass poets get the elbow
But in the papers everywhere
Every shit has his photo
That creates evil in honest folk
And laughter in dishonest ones
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!
Okay! Hahaha! Okay! Hahaha!
Okay
One day the devil came above ground
To study his interests he saw everything
The devil, he heard everything
And having seen all having heard all
He returned to his home below and down below
They organised a grand feast
At the end of this feast
The devil rose to deliver his speach
This is the jist of what he said
Okay!
Okay the world up there is like a sea
Of raging fires that spit and roar okay
And man has fought like crazy
With dangerous games of war okay
Trains are derailed a crash
His boys filled with ideals
Place bombs on the tracks
Well that creates original death
That death creates without confession
Confessions without remission okay
Nothing is sold but all is bought
Honour and sainthood okay
And states change secretly
Into anonymous societies okay hey hey
And the mighty extort their dollars
From countries that are poor
And Europe also rips the scars
With it's post colonial gorge
That creates death from starvation
And starvation of nations okay
And man has seen so much of it
That his eyes have become grey
Okay, hey hey hey hey hey
And no songs seem to exist
Except when sung on stage okay
They dispense with hired thugs
And jack-ass poets get the elbow
But in the papers everywhere
Every shit has his photo
That creates evil in honest folk
And laughter in dishonest ones
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!
Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay!
Okay! Hahaha! Okay! Hahaha!
Okay