The devil's face screams across the sky. Gnashing teeth. You know what I mean? Fluorescent paint fills up the streets. Awake for weeks. Pour it on me. The devil's face screams across the sky. Gnashing teeth. You know what I mean? Smile for me. Don't even try. Living this life I often find That the clouds have a voice, It's yours telling me, "Don't lie, don't lie."