Mephistopheles moved in up the road from me
I watched as his moving van
Unloaded his lair and leave
I was just out there skating
Learning how to carve a street
When he called upon two of his minions
To summon me
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Lest he drag you to your grave
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
There is no horns
There is no pitchfork
You'll see no tail there
But there's a tale here to be told
You will find blood
You will find gold
And if you raise his hand and loose your head
Rest assured he will find your soul
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Lest he drag you to your grave
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Gareth Paul - The devil came to Nott Street Lyrics
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Mephistopheles moved in up the road from me
I watched as his moving van
Unloaded his lair and leave
I was just out there skating
Learning how to carve a street
When he called upon two of his minions
To summon me
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Lest he drag you to your grave
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
There is no horns
There is no pitchfork
You'll see no tail there
But there's a tale here to be told
You will find blood
You will find gold
And if you raise his hand and loose your head
Rest assured he will find your soul
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Lest he drag you to your grave
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
I watched as his moving van
Unloaded his lair and leave
I was just out there skating
Learning how to carve a street
When he called upon two of his minions
To summon me
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Lest he drag you to your grave
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
There is no horns
There is no pitchfork
You'll see no tail there
But there's a tale here to be told
You will find blood
You will find gold
And if you raise his hand and loose your head
Rest assured he will find your soul
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Lest he drag you to your grave
Oh, my love
If you should ever cross his path one day
You best keep your wits about you
Writer: Gareth Paul
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