Oh, the Devil has come
He's knocking down doors for fun
Shouting at radio songs for nothing
And in the corner of dread
He knits with an iron thread
Stories that make the boys scared of laughing
And I'll, if you gave me the time
I'd show you the things that I find in your soul
In your soul
In your soul
Is this a prize worth knowing
Leaving behind the old home
To marry another one
And then it all burns in a cigarette
Somewhere between the house and the car
And the birthdays and the clean white picket fence and the football net
You realised you still ain't happy yet
Why the fuck ain't you happy yet?
But I'll, if you gave me the time
I'd show you the things that I find in your soul
If ever your Devil is kind
Promise me you will try and try to let go
To let go
To let go
Let go darling
Are you happy darling?