Devil Drink
Don’t blame it on the stars,
It’s just a little twist of Fate,
Sometimes the hands don’t meet
In the figures’ drawn on eight.
I asked the devil for a drink
He led me to his watering hole,
‘Son, this here’s some holy stuff:
A barrel bottom’s also gold.’
So in a swig and in a swig,
The earth took the sky for a spin,
And the next thing I knew
Reality’s birth without, within.
Dear mother Fate at last we met
When still the starry night was cast
The devil took me hand in hand,
And matched my fortunes missed at last.
