Devil's Done

The devil's done sold the secret to seduction,
behind showcases of glass and lights,
that chip on your shoulder might be your handbag,
but don't you look good going out at night.

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
no mistaking quality when you see it.

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
your soul waiting for the coin to free it.

Those boots were designed for walking,
on the backs of the poor,
what a shame when they reach out to you for comfort,
you can't see - blinded by lust's allure

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
no mistaking quality when you see it.

You know it looks good,
so it must be good,
your soul waiting for the coin to free it.

The devil's done sold the recipe to seduction,
to feed our hunger's hungry need,
no time to judge what we've made,
even the devil himself has to feed.