The Devil's Voice

Diana liked to go out drinking with her friends every single night

Her cousin Dan had a cover band at The Brown Jug, they played it tight

They'd set her right up with a boilermaker as soon as she walked in

Old man John back behind the bar knew her when she was a kid

She said, "The devil's voice sounds a whole lot like mine"

Woke up in her boots on the living room couch, wet dog nose on her cheek

She'd let him out and walk around the house, ignore the dishes in the sink

Go places on the TV that she'd never really go

Never once met a stranger in her life, never really got too close

She said, "The devil's voice sounds a whole lot like mine"

Her mother only sees the rust and the dust, not what makes her shine

A couple of friends are concerned for sure, they rarely ever speak their mind

She's got the tools and the know how, she just can't fix her past

Wasting away a little more each day, praying that tonight might last

She said, "The devil's voice sounds a whole lot like mine"

Yeah, "The devil's voice sounds a whole lot like mine"

"Like mine"