Satan Pulls The Strings

Baby's in the cradle, Mama's in the bed Sparrow's on the windowsill and the devil's in my head. Devil's in my head mama, devil's in my head Baby's in the cradle and the devil's in my head When the winter yields to summertime The whipperwill she sings My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings Satan pulls the strings mama, Satan pulls the strings My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings Well the front beat's in my brother, Lord And the back beat's in me God is in the song and the devil's in my feet Lord, devil's in our feet, mama devil's in our feet God is in the song and the devil's in our feet Mama's cooking something up, serving to us all Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call Gotta take the call, boys, gotta take the call Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call Gotta take the call, boys, gotta take the call Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call