Devy in the corner of his teen year   Born to run away   Children in the middle with the village idiot   So he never made the potty grade       Now maybe he pulled a little closer   Cold in a mousy way   Boom boom as they came a little closer   Put a bolt in the curse today       Now Devy has to eat it in his own way   Broke in a dirty way   Boom boom is the beating that I hear in the night   But no one hears, so no one knows and no one fucks with me       Devy wants a word with the master   I got no need to run away   Down on the road isn't easy   But I never would back away       Boom boom in the morning with the night sounds   No way to run away   Boom boom as the boredom of monogamy   Hits one more time...       No one must know...   No one must know...   No one must know...   No one must know this machine...       Devy got a taste of some black shit   Born in another way   And it probably would have been easy   But it never worked out that way       Boom boom in the corner with the well-soiled   Bound to amalgamate   Boom boom as it kills the inhibitions   ...no more games   No one must know...