I'm seeing double through a Hubble - that's my trouble, it's a nervous thing
And that's alright I'm doing fine, it's ten at night, she's barely rumbling
Now the red is getting heavy and she's rolling up
And the dimer he's a joker with a one-way lot
I know it might lack heart but when you whisper in the dark I only hear one thing
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance
The story's written finger-lickin' in the kitchen just a quarter in
And truth be told it's getting old, she's changing clothes into a tighter fit
(Oh you want it, oh you know you want it)
Now the end is on her shoulder and it's breathing hot
And the gun is in the holster he's a dead-eye shot
I know it's kinda harsh but if you'd listened at the start you'd know what time it is
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance
And if this jig you're running left you wanting tell it to a righteous man
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance
And if this jig you're running left you wanting tell it to a righteous man
I'm gonna hurt somebody, love tomorrow, blame it on the devil's dance