I saw him at the station.
He's waitin' for the bus.
A little devil from the country,
Head was on the rush.
He's wearin' blue jeans
With the blue all covered up in dust.
A little devil from the country.
Devil from the country.
Who has control of the cold,
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown,
Merry-go-round. It's time I said.
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar.
Who has the eye of a king,
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair.
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar.
I do, I do, sugar.
They're sendin' out the bloodhounds
And the Idaho police.
A little devil from the country,
Hidin' on the beach
Somewhere in Southern California.
He's comin' after me.
A little devil from the country.
Devil from the country.
Who has control of the cold,
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown,
Merry-go-round. It's time I said.
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar.
Who has the eye of a king,
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair.
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar.
I do, I do, sugar.
They fixed the damage by the aftershock.
The ones still broken were the laughingstock.
I won't be comin' back.
I won't be comin' back.
Lump in my throat.
So near to love,
Think I can taste it.
Side of the road,
Die if I wish.
No need to waste it.
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I saw him at the station.
He's waitin' for the bus.
A little devil from the country,
Head was on the rush.
He's wearin' blue jeans
With the blue all covered up in dust.
A little devil from the country.
Devil from the country.
Who has control of the cold,
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown,
Merry-go-round. It's time I said.
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar.
Who has the eye of a king,
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair.
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar.
I do, I do, sugar.
They're sendin' out the bloodhounds
And the Idaho police.
A little devil from the country,
Hidin' on the beach
Somewhere in Southern California.
He's comin' after me.
A little devil from the country.
Devil from the country.
Who has control of the cold,
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown,
Merry-go-round. It's time I said.
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar.
Who has the eye of a king,
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair.
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar.
I do, I do, sugar.
They fixed the damage by the aftershock.
The ones still broken were the laughingstock.
I won't be comin' back.
I won't be comin' back.
Lump in my throat.
So near to love,
Think I can taste it.
Side of the road,
Die if I wish.
No need to waste it.
He's waitin' for the bus.
A little devil from the country,
Head was on the rush.
He's wearin' blue jeans
With the blue all covered up in dust.
A little devil from the country.
Devil from the country.
Who has control of the cold,
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown,
Merry-go-round. It's time I said.
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar.
Who has the eye of a king,
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair.
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar.
I do, I do, sugar.
They're sendin' out the bloodhounds
And the Idaho police.
A little devil from the country,
Hidin' on the beach
Somewhere in Southern California.
He's comin' after me.
A little devil from the country.
Devil from the country.
Who has control of the cold,
Ladder of gold, and no one to stop them?
Horns a'top of their crown,
Merry-go-round. It's time I said.
I do, I do, sugar
I do, I do, sugar.
Who has the eye of a king,
The flight of a wing, and teeth of a buzzsaw?
No need to pull out your hair.
Pull up a chair. The truth is that
I do, I do, sugar.
I do, I do, sugar.
They fixed the damage by the aftershock.
The ones still broken were the laughingstock.
I won't be comin' back.
I won't be comin' back.
Lump in my throat.
So near to love,
Think I can taste it.
Side of the road,
Die if I wish.
No need to waste it.
Writer: Trevor Powers
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY