The Devil's Ball Songtext
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Convenience is the devil's tongue;
Honesty it's the devil's foreplay.
Circus folk you say, time to slip away.
It seems I've played this scene before you know
And anything could happen
The night before the day of the dead,
boys and girls, they've always said,
"Arbor days, look forward to them."
Arbor days, cherish them, though our parents' parents and our parents' friends always say,
Honesty it's the devil's foreplay.
Circus folk you say, time to slip away.
It seems I've played this scene before you know
And anything could happen
The night before the day of the dead,
boys and girls, they've always said,
"Arbor days, look forward to them."
Arbor days, cherish them, though our parents' parents and our parents' friends always say,
"Arbor days, deny them."
Our children's children and our children's friends,
Sipping chocolate on the day of the dead.
Confusion is the devil's tool;
True love it's the devil's crowbar.
A party you say?
Well, I might stay,
I'd love to make the scene 'cause you know anything could happen.
The day after the day of the dead,
boys and girls, they've always said,
"Arbor days, look forward to them."
Arbor days, cherish them, though our parents' parents and our parents' friends always say,
"Arbor days, deny them."
Our children's children and our children's friends,
Sipping chocolate on the day of the dead.
Who spilled the wine?
Every goddamn time. Easy come, but please don't go.
Tonight is the devil's ball,
You could come every fall,
We'll dance and scream and burn 'cause you know that
Anything could happen.
Our children's children and our children's friends,
Sipping chocolate on the day of the dead.
Confusion is the devil's tool;
True love it's the devil's crowbar.
A party you say?
Well, I might stay,
I'd love to make the scene 'cause you know anything could happen.
The day after the day of the dead,
boys and girls, they've always said,
"Arbor days, look forward to them."
Arbor days, cherish them, though our parents' parents and our parents' friends always say,
"Arbor days, deny them."
Our children's children and our children's friends,
Sipping chocolate on the day of the dead.
Who spilled the wine?
Every goddamn time. Easy come, but please don't go.
Tonight is the devil's ball,
You could come every fall,
We'll dance and scream and burn 'cause you know that
Anything could happen.
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