Down in Corpus Christi always around midnight You'll find the devil limpin' along cause his shoes is too tight His hair's up in pigtails, his whiskers are in braids He's talking about the promises he said God forgot He made Oh the way of the fallen is hard The way of the fallen is hard The way of the fallen is hard The way of the fallen is hard Well the devil's drinking whiskey he asked me for a match He lit up a Salem and said my friends call me scratch. You people act so high and mighty thinking your God's pride and joy You're just assembled from boxcars and put together like tinker toys Chorus Well the devil's got a billy goat and he feeds him marmalade He comes from the world of the born to the world of the made His eyes is always bloodshot, he says he don't give a damn He's mumbling that the world at large is just an elaborate scam Chorus There's tears in the devils eyes, I ask what's the matter He said "These damn religions are spreading like pancake batter" Then he took off his shoes and said "Perhaps I should mention" I prefer to die with a bottle of wine without the comfort of religion Chorus