Before the Devil Knows - Skittish

Silence, my pet, you’re gonna miss me when I’m gone

Cause this thing, we done, well every midnight meets its dawn

There’s blood upon the moon tonight

And one fool, still trying to turn the wrong to right

So with hat in hand

I’ll accept my fate eppur si muove

Gotta make something of myself before the devil knows I’m dead

Gotta take something for myself before the devil knows I’m dead

Please help me out, before the lights go out

Who knows what goes a walkin' round your woods at night?

Ain’t nobody gonna get to you

Strong arms, and a little bit of attitude

With a patient hand

I release my grip on that which birthed this

Gotta make something of myself before the devil knows I’m dead

Gotta take something for myself before the devil knows I’m dead

Please help me out

Though unfair, that’s life

When the crowd wants blood you will oblige

One sentence, to the stocks

Here’s your pound of flesh now run along

Gotta make something of myself before the devil knows I’m dead

Gotta take something for myself before the devil knows I’m dead

Please help me out, before the lights go out