Devilshead

Swinging-like silver on the tip of my thumb
 It's the shinny side of devil's head
 Toss the coin high with my eyes in the sky
 And the faces in the clouds look away
 And it clinks on a rock as it lands on the ground
 It's the sound of poor old Jesus' tail
 Looking pale and unpolished and rusty as hell
 I can tell when a good story sells
 One, two, three, four
 The devil's head is coming forth
 To make you believe
 If the devil is a red goat with a trident
 Then god is just an old man with a beard
 You 'd better start bowin' down in front of me
 Walking on water with my new pair of boots
 And my roots go way deep in the earth
 Was I worth such a big star to shine on my birth
 Or the shepherds that bowed down their heads?
 Well it's true I can turn all your piss into wine
 With a million dollar smile on my face
 Put you back on your feet, cure the blind and the sick
 Resurrection belongs to myself