The Devil: ”If you waste your time a-talking to the people who don’t listen
to the things that you are saying who do you think’s going to hear?
And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about
are things they could be changing, who d’you think’s goin’ to care?”
Well, the old man was a stranger, but I’d heard his song before;
back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door;
when no-one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
and lonesome was more than a state of mind.
You see, the devil haunts a hungry man;
if you don’t want to join him you’ve got to beat him.
I ain’t sayin’ I beat the devil, but I drank his beer for nothing,
and then I stole his song,
”And you still can hear me singing to the people who don’t listen
to the things that I am saying, praying someone’s going to hear;
And I guess I’ll die explaining how the things that they complain about
are things they could be changing, hoping someone’s goin’ to care”