Portugal. The Man - The Devil

If his patience had it’s way with that lie I caught him in
Would they send him back to Texas; weathered face and crooked grin
Where they sing, «Eeee.» Oh!
Climbs up to the next seat and onto the roots
Drinking up the village
And, drinking a little more
Eeee. Oh!
Found you the bed with a hammer by your side
Sleeping out the day
Well, it’s pounding on your head
Where they sing, «Eeee.» Oh!
There’s movement in the air
Just above the neck
Bodies overturned
And its been like this for days
Well, they sing, «Eeee.»
Oh!
Bad motherfucker
Get back, motherfucker
Pack your bags, motherfucker
To the door, motherfucker
Devil had its way with that lie I caught him in, would they send you back,
send you back, send you back?