Dancing With the Devil Songtext
von 1997

You sold your soul to stay afloat
They raised the stakes to watch you fold
They lock the doors and tap the phones
And you just fled to Mexico
No one′s gonna fix all your mistakes
When dancing with the devil you had
Better keep your hands above her 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


The taste of treason on her tongue
Settled in the D.C. slum
Hilltop house in Washington that they call the Rising Sun
She wipes the lipstick smudges from her face
When sleeping with the saint you will
Eventually just learn to love the 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

A new hope for the poor folks is just a penny to the rich
There′s a rally down on Wall Street as the fire burns in Kensington
So carve another notch into your gun
Set the spark and take your mark
Finally got him on the run

And 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