Who’s that, whispering in the courtyard?
Who’s that, singing on the breeze?
Who’s that, sliding down the rooftops?
The Devil’s gonna come.
The Devil’s gonna come.
When I was young I was taught to be good
Or I’d come across the Devil in the darkening wood
The Devil would tempt me from the path that’s right
And he’d leave me there forever in eternal night.
Who’s that, knocking at the window?
Who’s that, scratching at the door?
Who’s that, shambling down the hallway?
The Devil’s gonna come.
The Devil’s gonna come.
As I grew up into a man
I didn’t think much about the Devil’s plan
Came across some mean men, some women too
But I never found the Devil, just the lovesick blues.
Well the Devil may care, then again he may not
Sometimes he’s being cool, sometimes he’s running hot
He’s the Devil of Karma, the man with no flaw
He’ll come kicking down your door in the name of the law.
Who’s that, underneath the covers?
Who’s that, climbing down the stairs?
Who’s that, rattling the wardrobe?
The Devil’s gonna come.
The Devil’s gonna come.
Poor old Devil has lost his home
So he’s creeping ’round the place looking for a phone
Who’s he gonna call? Who can tell?
But he’s got a simple message and it’s “Go to Hell!”
Who’s that, knocking on your skull?
Who’s that, pumping in your veins?
Who’s that, licking your lips?
The Devil’s gonna come.
The Devil’s gonna come.
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