Some Grow Young - Dine With the Devil Lyrics

Mirror, mirror, what a view
You got the part, summoned through
On dragon vines and bitter stew
You dined with the Devil when it seemed new
Like God

Hurry, hurry, in the night
You bent the rules to get the sight
In the apple that you bite
Align with the Devil and that's alright
For now

Money, money, on the mind
You dot the eyes till they're blind
Chew the fat, reach the rind
Be kind to the Devil when you're unsigned
It's gold

Sugar, sugar, on the palm
You trigger that there false alarm
Guide the pigs to the farm
Entwine with the Devil and base your charm
On war

Fall the mares on the colt
A thousand heirs begin to moult
Burnt bills, locked vault
Get fined by the Devil, it's no-one's fault
But yours

Spread on the bed of the Lord of the Dead
All they fed to your head was of fashion and lead
At the foot of desire, hand on the hone
The measure of treasure is pleasure alone

Forever sought you walking wild
Forever caught you, stolen child

Spread on the bed of the Lord of the Dead
All they fed to your head was of fashion and lead
At the foot of desire, hand on the hone
The measure of treasure is pleasure alone

Forever sought you walking wild
Forever taught you, stolen child