If you ain't the devil, you mind the store
Pockets stuffed with evil, I need to score
And if you ain't the devil, you live next door
Pockets full of trouble, I need some more

If you ain't the devil, you're something worse
Whisper like the fog and you moan some hoodoo curse
Gonna dust my broom but you bring me the thirst
Of a harvest moon in a long black hearse
Taste that poison, start to shake
Baby, take your medicine, born bad, make no mistake
Surf them curves to toxic shock
Baby, take your medicine, swallow up the knockout drops

Well I met the devil, down near Tennessee
A pocket full of god and one of irony
Yeah, I met the devil, by some hollow tree
She only said one thing, you get right with me
Taste that poison, start to shake
Baby, take your medicine, born bad, make no mistake
Surf them curves to toxic shock
Baby, take your medicine, swallow up the knockout drops
Swallowing the knockout drops