I got this devil on my shoulder
But she ain\'t much company
I\'m tired of her fickle heart
And the need to make mine bleed
Ain\'t never been much use
In writing songs of Sobriety
But man I gotta scribble these blues
Cos this devil\'s killing me
Now I could hit the bottle
Am to Pm friend
But I found out the hard way
It\'s all just future piss in the end
I thought I was a rebel
In a world now made for rules
But I found out the hard way
Nobody was buying my \"truth\"
I don\'t need nobody
That doesn\'t accept me for me
No I dont need their loving
Oh the truth I thought I preached
I just didn\'t want their judgment
To pierce through my self deciet
Knock the wind out of my sales
And send me down into the deep
So here I sit devil on shoulder
Still not much company
I make it time for the \"boring life\"
At least I\'ll be around to meet
Like minded fools
Who tell tall tales
Of the times they used to drink
Of where they finally laid they\'re devil down
in the cold hard ground to sleep.