Dancing With The Devil

You sold your soul to stay afloat

They raised the stakes to watch you fold

Locked the doors and tapped the phones

And you just fled to Mexico

No one's gonna fix all your mistakes

Dancing with the devil, you had better

Keep your hands above the waist

Everything you touch will turn to sand

When you see the world as nothing more

Than money in your hand

You'll never get the chance to understand

Just what it's like to sleep without these voices in your head

The silent chorus of the dead you left behind

You taste the treason on her tongue

You settle in the D.C. slum

Hilltop house in Washington that they call the rising sun

She washed the lipstick smudges from her face

Sleeping with the state, you will eventually

Just learn to love your taste

Everything you touch will turn to sand

When you see the world as nothing more

Than money in your hand

You'll never get the chance to understand

Just what it's like to sleep without these voices in your head

The silent chorus of the dead you left behind

(Listen! Open the door, Fed window!

He has no idea how bad it is out there! He has no idea!

He has no idea! None! And Bill Poole? Has no idea!)

A new hope for the poor folks, just a penny to the rich

There's a rally down on one street as a fire burns in Kensington

As you carve another notch into your gun

Set the spark and take your mark, you've finally got 'em on the run

Everything you touch will turn to sand

When you see the world as nothing more

Than money in your hand

You'll never get the chance to understand

Just what it's like to sleep without these voices in your head

The silent chorus of the dead you left behind

You left behind