See the day God let men shake hands   And aloud we meant to give birth   Is the day the devil stuck his flag in the ground   Declared it his turf   And at night he goes to sleep   But without cloths in his eye lids   Like a junky founded   Under the darks of Conie Island   And aw it's venomous yes, venomous yes   And no but were talkin' bout the devil   But have you come to expect   See there is some kind of outside   But the sky has yet to tell us   And it just keeps on rainin' bricks   And we've forgotten out umbrellas   Well i guess it's hard to see the devil   When he's wearing face paint   If you think you'll see him soon your bound to get impatient   You ain't a saint cause you a sinner like us   you see their aint no proof that God exists but in God we trust   Venomous yes, venomous yes   Lord its so venomous venomous   Venomous yes, venomous yes   Lord its so ven-o-mous yes   Venomous yeah yeah yeah   He was spotted yesterday   Somebody sound that alarm   He was founded in his closet   With a needle in his arm yeah   Venomous yes, venomous yes   Lord its so ven-o-mous yes   Venomous yes, ven-o-mous