I'm gonna tend a bad fire
Until you come around.
I'd sing you real live love songs,
If I could get the feeling down.
I wanna make you happy,
But the devil's out my way;
So I'll just pack up everything,
Roll it out, and up the devil's pay.

I wanna cause a bad scene,
But I gotta change my ways.
I wanna hear your sound again;
I wanna see you 'round someday.
I wanna make you happy,
But the devil's out my way;
So I'll just pack up everything,
Roll it out, and up the devil's pay.

And it seems no way to comfort me,
To take me from this station where I'm at.
'Cause the things I love are leavin' me,
And it's takin' every single piece.
It's a grade-A mess, and it's cuttin' teeth;
It's a big black wind that's blowin' back of me.

I'm gonna roll up everything
Into a big red sun;
Boil 'til the room's insane,
Wave my rattles on and on.
I wanna make you happy
But the devil's out my way;
So I'll just pack up everything,
Roll it out and up the devil's pay.

And it seems no way to comfort me,
To take me from this station I'm at.
'Cause the things I love are leavin' me,
And it's takin' every single piece.
It's a grade-A mess, and it's cuttin' teeth;
It's a big black wind that's blowin' back of me.