I'm gonna tend a bad fire until [bad word] around
I'd sing you real live love songs 
If I could get the feeling down

I want to 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 want to cause a bad scene but I gotta change my ways
I want to hear your sound again
I want to see you 'round someday

I want to 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 one [bad word] me
To take me from this station where I'm at
'cause the things I love are leaving me
and it's taking every single piece
it's a grade-mess and it's cutting teeth
it's a big black wind that's blowing 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 want to 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