Some people see the devil in me
Some people always tend to leave
And they'll be praying on their knees
To a man they'll never see
A preacher cursed in his belief
A part of him, a part of me
The vagabond, the whore, the thief
A part of him, a part of me
If God had a system for everyone
Well, then you'd be the sinner
Who, who, who, who are you?
Who, who, who, who, the devil in me?
Some people see the devil in me
Well, he's in everyone I've seen
An d we're all praying to be eased
A life up there, a hefty fee
The blood's on everybody's hands
You killed a man, I killed a man
The bad girl dreams, the bad boy bleeds
The devil comes, the devil leaves
If God had a system for everyone
Well, then you'd be the sinner
Some people see the devil in me
Some people always tend to lean
An d they'll be praying on their knees
To a man they'll never see
If God had a system for everyone
Well then you'd be the sinner
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