Regal Murk - Don't Die Young Lyrics

Don't die young, in the parlor with the antique christ
With the reaper in your locket, in the chambers when you rest your eyes
With her lizard in your pocket, to be honored to be in your lie
With the rock'm sock'm robots, the devil in shirtsleeves tells me things
I don't want to believe he says 'what i wouldn't do if i couldn't stay
If i lost my head at the neck i'd be dead in days'
The devil in shirtsleeves hasn't shaved in a week and he needs me to help settle a bet
Roll his cigarette, catalog his debts, lift the ledger from the carapace
The devil in shirt sleeves doesn't sleep, doesn't sleep, doesn't sleep