Two bit hustler in a king's disguise
     Forty-five loaded, nowhere to go
     Take me anywhere but I think you should know
     Bruises on my back, bruises on my head
     Blood on my shirt, looks like I'm dead
     Take what you got, lose what you found
     A knife in my hand, gonna run you down

     Everytime I see your face
     You seem to take the devil's place
     The devil sent you
     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you

     Seven inch heels and jet black hair
     A two faced liar, not a single care
     A back alley date, ready to run
     The evening's not over till the damage is done
     Scratches on my neck, scratches on my face
     A scar on my neck, my spine's out of place
     Too many lies, too many times
     A gun in her hand, right between my eyes

     Everytime I see your face
     You seem to take the devil's place
     The devil sent you
     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you

     Solo

     Staggering feet and bloodshot eyes
     Two bit hustler in a king's disguise
     Forty-five loaded, nowhere to go
     Take me anywhere but I think you should know

     The devil sent you

     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you

     Devil sent you (I don't want you)
     Devil sent you (I don't want you)
     Devil sent you (I don't want you)
     Devil sent you (I don't want you)

     The devil...I don't want you
     I don't need you
     I don't want you
     I don't need you

     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you
     Devil sent you

     And I'm gonna send you back