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