You are a creature of the dark, Come on hit me on my mark. This X marks my heart, On the mark. Bad luck and worse weather, Hyacinth and Heather, Of Lace and Leather. I'm moving on, I'm getting out of here. The DEVIL cries without a tear. I'm moving out of here With a bag of Devils tears. When the Devil cries, It's a pack of LIES. A heart of gold, a heart of tacks, You love me baby, that's a fact In your big black Cadillac. I'm moving upwards through the atmosphere The devil cries without a tear.