The Devil - Portugal. The Man

If his patience had it’s way with that lie I caught him in

Would they send him back to Texas;

weathered face and crooked grin

Where they sing, «Eeee.»

Oh!

Climbs up to the next seat and onto the roots

Drinking up the village

And, drinking a little more

Eeee.

Oh!

Found you the bed with a hammer by your side

Sleeping out the day

Well, it’s pounding on your head

Where they sing, «Eeee.»

Oh!

There’s movement in the air

Just above the neck

Bodies overturned

And its been like this for days

Well, they sing, «Eeee.»

Oh!

Bad motherfucker

Get back, motherfucker

Pack your bags, motherfucker

To the door, motherfucker

Devil had its way with that lie I caught him in, would they send you back,

send you back, send you back?