Lyrics
Devil In The Boy.
He's got a penchant for mischief,
And a talent for raising hell,
There's an imp on his shoulder,
Got him under a spell,
He's got fire in his fingers,
And the music way down in his soul,
Say what you like about him,
The kid can rock and roll,
They say he went to the crossroads,
Signed a deal in his own blood,
Maybe that'd explain,
Wny the kid's just so damn good.....
Ooh, ooh, there's a devil in the boy,
Sitting on his shoulder, driving him on,
Pushing him further, all the time,
To live fast, play hard, and die young.......
He's got a taste for excess,
And the trappings of rock'n'roll fame,
Doesn't know when to stop,
He can't see that it's all a game,
He plays the blues like his soul,
Was forged in the fires of hell,
It's like he's someone else,
Posessed by a demonic spell,
They say he went to the crossroads,
Signed a deal in his own blood,
Maybe that'd explain,
Wny the kid's just so damn good.....
Ooh, ooh, there's a devil in the boy,
Sitting on his shoulder, driving him on,
Pushing him further, all the time,
To live fast, play hard, and die young.......
Ooh, ooh, there's a devil in the boy,
Sitting on his shoulder, driving him on,
Pushing him further, all the time,
To live fast, play hard, and die young.......
