Devilshead Songtext
von Dendrites

Swinging-like silver on the tip of my thumb
It′s the shinny side of devil's head
Toss the coin high with my eyes in the sky
And the faces in the clouds look away

And it clinks on a rock as it lands on the ground
It′s the sound of poor old Jesus' tail
Looking pale and unpolished and rusty as hell
I can tell when a good story sells


One, two, three, four
The devil's head is coming forth
To make you believe

If the devil is a red goat with a trident
Then god is just an old man with a beard
You ′d better start bowin′ down in front of me

Walking on water with my new pair of boots
And my roots go way deep in the earth
Was I worth such a big star to shine on my birth
Or the shepherds that bowed down their heads?


Well it's true I can turn all your piss into wine
With a million dollar smile on my face
Put you back on your feet, cure the blind and the sick
Resurrection belongs to myself