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, the devil's in my head Baby's in the cradle and the devil's in my head When the winter yields to summertime The whip-poor-will 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 black beat's in me God is in the song and the devil's in my feet My God, devil's in our feet, mama, the 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 Baby's in the cradle (baby's in the cradle), mama's in the bed (mama's in the bed) Sparrow's on the windowsill and the devil's in my head Devil's in my head, mama, the devil's in my head Baby's in the cradle and the devil's in my head --- Satan Pulls The Strings - The Avett Brothers