Well the devil is a friend of mine
He’s hanging on my shoulder all the time
He’s always whispering in my ear
Tell me things that I want to hear
(He's a friend of mine)
When I was a little boy
Papa told me to kill that joy
Get you where you are my son
Aching hands and a loaded gun (yeah!)
(He's a friend of mine)
Well the devil is a friend of mine
He’s hanging on my shoulder all the time
He’s always whispering in my ear
Tell me things that I want to hear
(He's a friend of mine)