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• Artiste: Robyn Hitchcock
• Titre: The Devil's Coachman
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Yesterday it seemed so cool and everything was fabulous Built of brick and made for an eternity Give an inch and take an inch and what you've got is where you were The universe is based on sullen entropy It falls apart as it goes on Yesterday I saw the Devil in the nude It was embarrassing, I turned away He was leering in the mirror when I looked again Everything you say you won't is what you will eventually Honesty is money in the cemetery If he treat you horribly, he's probably a Scorpio He's a long kebab through your ovaries The same goes out, the same goes in Yesterday I saw the Devil in a mood He wasn't angry, but he stood around Biting off the legs of all his furry chums I remember everything as if it happened years ago Probably it did, so I remember it You are just your feelings it might give you vertigo Falling off a high place and into it And I was into you Yesterday I saw the Devil in my food I wasn't hungry but I played with it Blood red horns gouged through my scrambled (egg) Yesterday I saw the Devil in my heart I was expecting him, the doctor came I have to call the doctor every time we kiss Yesterday I saw the Devil in our bed I could have strangled him, I'm English, though So I made him coffee and I made him toast