she goes walkin' on the devils lawn evil stalkin' an' carryin' on an' on she leaves her slip rolled up inside the glove box of her car and tomorrow she's starving for redeem drippin' sorrow she cries before the king wanting to speak so bad but her mouth will only scream (GUITAR SOLO) black leather babe's gonna get to you stormy weather you know heaven's rain is due you better run before it all starts to fall on you you better run before it all starts to fall on you