The Way of the Fallen - Ray Wylie Hubbard

Down in Corpus Christi always around midnight

You’ll find the devil limpin' along cause his shoes is too tight

His hair’s up in pigtails, his whiskers are in braids

He’s talking about the promises he said God forgot He made

Oh the way of the fallen is hard

The way of the fallen is hard

The way of the fallen is hard

The way of the fallen is hard

Well the devil’s drinking whiskey he asked me for a match

He lit up a Salem and said my friends call me scratch

You people act so high and mighty thinking your God’s pride and joy

You’re just assembled from boxcars and put together like tinker toys

Well the devil’s got a billy goat and he feeds him marmalade

He comes from the world of the born to the world of the made

His eyes is always bloodshot, he says he don’t give a damn

He’s mumbling that the world at large is just an elaborate scam

There’s tears in the devils eyes, I ask what’s the matter

He said «These damn religions are spreading like pancake batter»

Then he took off his shoes and said «Perhaps I should mention»

I prefer to die with a bottle of wine without the comfort of religion