From the album Natural Disasters

Lyrics

The Devil Drinks Scotch

Give a man a job but take away his chance
To ever do better than take what you'll hand him on down
Send him down in that hole lungs full of coal
And before he grows old leave him down under that ground

Somebody somehow help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with the world in his hand

Let the girl be a mom but tie both her hands
She'll work double shifts at the bar trying to manage her time
Get them up out of bed in the mornings and fed
And come home half dead too late to tell them sleep tight

Somebody somehow help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with the world in his hand

It's a hard troublesome way
For those who've been counting on fate
To deal out some cards they can play
And gambling their hope
Promises dance like the truth
When you've spent your whole life being used
Your heart like a head in a noose
At the end of your rope

Somebody somehow help me understand
Who pays the rent on the soul of a man
And who pays the toll on the road to the promised land
While the devil drinks scotch with the world in his hand
That old devil drinks scotch with the world in his hand