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. 

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
a tear