Wasn't it your say
That the Devil wasn't real
He was just sold that way
And in long ago and far away
And sometimes still today
He's known as beautiful
In a whispered silk way
But the Walking Dude
Can also wear his jeans
To blend into
The lower scene
And to steal a Soul
You take the emotion from their life
You snip the silver string
And they walk like a Zombie for the rest of their life
Blame Stephen if you must
For I've been on Duma Key
What does your mind really trust
And from whose sight do you see
