The Devil and All His Works Lyrics

I could have been a soldier
And fought wherever they gave a war
For coin or a cause
I could have been a poet
Sing the beauty of heroic ruin
For those who've loved and lost
For coin or for applause

For better or for worse
The better the worse the verse

And I felt the need to read everything that I could find
About them things that b**p and grind in the night
About the Devil and all his works
Devil and all his works

And I could have been a priest
Known the secret face of God
The dark night of the soul
I could have been a magician
Invoked the spirits that roam the void
With a sword in my hand
And a crown upon my head
Under solemn celestial globes
In funny little robes

But I read all magicians wind up wretched and p***-poor
And for the soldiers peace will turn out worse than war
Gimme rich man, gimme poor man,
Gimme beggar or a thief, they all will say
All you need is some money to live
And somebody to love
And that is just the heart

Of the Devil and all his works

All my angels have flown the coop
All my demons grown long in the tooth
All my money's been p***** in the wind
But I have never been cruel to an animal

I know the
Devil and all his works