"Devil's Roof"

(written by Kristin Hersh)

I have two heads

Where's the man, he's late

One burns, one's sky

Where's the man, he's late

I'm two-headed

One free, one sticky

But is it freedom can burn?

Is sticky ever blue?

For instance...

Where is my husband?

This is what I need

Why I can't stay

God, this is the devil

Too bad he's late

I love the smell of beer

The smell of dark, the feel of dark, to feel the rug, to press the rug beneath me

A small party

But is it sinners can burn?

I hear we let them speak

For instance...

Where is my husband?

If you're my husband

I tell you something:

Dance on the devil's roof

Under a devil's moon

I don't care

And you don't dance on the devil's roof

Under a devil's moon

I don't care

And you don't dance on the devil's roof

Under a devil's moon

I don't care

And you don't move