Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun Run, devil, run away from me When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay Some claim they've seen her working, most just hear in the dead of night It's a howling in the wind, they say, like it's calling for a fight She don't come just when you call her, but she'll be there when there's need 'Cause she's there to hunt the devil down, yeah, she wants to see him bleed And she says: Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun Run, devil, run away from me When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay Call her prophet, call her priestess, call her witch or patron saint But we know Jesus ain't around no more, and there's people needing saving Don't think God got any part of it, no holy books or ancient tongues But there's a bottle of fire in her hands, and there's fire in her lungs And she says: Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun Run, devil, run away from me When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town And if you don't, there'll be hell to pay Don't know if it's a gift she has, don't know if it's a curse Wonder if she's traced the devil down since he's come into this world You'll wonder if you were just dreamin', if you heard some unholy brawl But you'll feel a presence in your bones when she comes to make a call We keep monsters in our storybooks and heros on our walls But of the folklore and the fables, she's the tallest tale of all And she says: Run, devil, run toward the risin' of the Sun Run, devil, run away from me When you hear me comin' 'round, you best get out of this town She said: Run, run, run, run, devil, run