Satan Pulls The Strings Paroles

Baby's in the cradle
And the devil's in my head

When the winter yields to summertime
The whip-poor-will, she sings
My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings
(That's right)
Satan pulls the strings, mama
Satan pulls the strings
My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings

Well the front beat's in my brother, Lord
And the back beat's in me
God is in the song and the devil's in our feet
My God, devil's in our feet, mama
The devil's in our feet
God is in the song and the devil's in our feet, oh

Mama's cooking something up
Serve it to us all
Baby's in the cradle
(Baby's in the cradle)
Mama's in the bed
(Mama's in the bed)
Sparrows on the window sill
And the devil's in my head
(Devil's in my head)
Devil's in my head, mama
The devil's in my head
Baby's in the cradle
And the devil's in my head