Devil's Tear

You are a creature of the dark,
come on hit me on my mark.
This X marks my heart,
on the mark.

Bad luck and worse weather,
Hyacinth and Heather,
Of Lace and Leather.

I'm moving on, I'm getting out of here.
The DEVIL cries without a tear.

I'm moving out of here
with a bag of Devils tears.
When the Devil cries,
it's a pack of LIES.

A heart of gold, a heart of tacks,
you love me baby, that's a fact
in your big black Cadillac.

I'm moving upwards through the atmosphere
The devil cries without a tear.