The Devils

We are the trade-ins, the souls that needed saving

Counting on a tired god who didn't really want the job

If he's on vacation as I wait to be taken

Then nothing really matters now, so what am I so worried about?

No more sunny days, I can report

There's clouds in all directions

Full speed ahead

Because I know the storm like the back of my hand

And I go to pieces every time

Anybody needs me

'Cause I am trying to understand

The shame and the box it came in

Hold on tight

'Cause trouble is creeping near

Hell's gotta be empty

'Cause the devils are all up here

When my getaway was in full swing

The ground just started shaking

The children wept

Would have thought it was a nightmare if ever I slept

And I go to pieces every time

Anybody needs me

I am trying to understand

The shame and the box it came in

Hold on tight

'Cause trouble is creeping near

Hell's gotta be empty

'Cause the devils are here

We are the trade-ins, the souls that needed saving

Counting on a tired god who didn't really want the job

If he's on vacation as I wait to be taken

Then nothing really matters now, so what am I so worried about?

I go to pieces every time

Anybody needs me

I am trying to understand

The shame and the box it came in

Hold on tight

'Cause trouble is creeping near

Hell's gotta be empty

'Cause the devils are all up here