I don’t believe in heaven but I know the devil’s real he’s sitting at my table his hands have touched my meal He rummaged through my dresser and he’s looking for a sign but I can’t tell you what it is he’s hoping he will find I saw him making coffee I saw him feed my cat I sometimes think his actions are more subtle than that He’s at the bar a-drinking And I guess it serves me well Cuz every drink’s another minute I am not in hell Got me a friend and he knows what I like A friend for the darkness A friend for the night Got me a friend and he knows how to use me I think I’m gonna let him till he finally consumes me I saw him in the kitchen he’s sleeping in my room he pays my family visits and my friends all know him too he’s on my couch a-smokin here’s the pipe I saw him use And if I try to outrun him he knows my every move Got me a friend and he knows what I like A friend for the darkness A friend for the night Got me a friend and he knows how to use me I think I’m gonna let him till he finally consumes me He’s telling me there’s no point In getting out of bed He’s the smoke He’s the liquor He’s playing with my head It’s clear he’s gonna get me But what’s really hard to see Is the one I call the devil He ain’t nobody but me Got me a friend and he knows what I like A friend for the darkness A friend for the night Got me a friend and he knows how to use me I think I’m gonna let him I'm probably gonna let him I know I'm gonna let him Hell, I want him to consume me

When my baby leaves to go downtown and I'm all alone when the sun comes down I get ideas I get ideas When she's out drinkin' liquor, when she twists and twirls I'm makin' mental lists of other pretty girls I get ideas I get ideas I hear boot spurs janglin' coming up the stairs And it's not my baby but I was prepared I get ideas, very bad ideas I leave home early morning, come home late at night And all day long I'm working up an appetite I get ideas I get ideas Pray to Jesus, Mary, all my long-haired friends I'm waitin' patiently for this life to end I get ideas I get ideas I hear boot spurs janglin' coming up the stairs And it's not my baby but I was prepared I get ideas, very bad ideas I get ideas, very bad ideas When I'm left alone on my own accord ain't no point in praisin' praisin' the lord I've been working up this appetite I've been sleepin' alone almost every night I've been sleepin' alone almost every single night I hear boot spurs janglin' coming up the stairs And it's not my baby but I do not care I get ideas, very bad ideas I get ideas, very bad ideas I get ideas, very bad ideas