I can see it your eyes, my dear.
the liquor is coming to get you again,
you swear that this is the end,
of these demons of ours.
take my hand and squeeze it now,
recite this passage in Latin,
these demons of ours will never conquer,
you and me is all that is right,
my dark haired angel is gonna save,
us!
I can see it your face, my dear.
the world is coming to an end,
we sing a song to make the devil our friend,
maybe we'll make it through.
take my hand and squeeze it now,
recite this passage in Latin,
these demons of ours will never conquer,
you and me is all that is right,
my dark haired angel is gonna save,
us!
the world is coming to end...
we sing a song to make the devil our friend...
and soon we'll be in love again.
