Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette   Knocking this morning a black silhouette    Knocking on my door was an evil silhouette   And his eyes were glowing like two lit cigarettes       Me and the devil were standing side by side   I looked in the mirror into my own eyes   Me and the devil were standing side by side   He held out his claws and I began to rise      I got me and the devil blues   Me and the devil blues   “I know you know it’s time to go”   I got me and the devil blues   Me and the devil blues    Me and the devil blues   “I know you know it’s time to go”   I got me and the devil blues      “About every week I come ringing for the dead   I pile ‘em up high - feets and heads   I squash ‘em in tight   I shout my call :   I’ll take your little dead boy   I’ll take your little dead girl   About every week I come ringing for the dead   I pile ‘em up high - feets and heads   I squash ‘em in tight   I shout my call :   I’ll take your little dead boy   I’ll take your little dead girl   I don’t mind”      You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle   Bury my body in the fresh meat aisle   You may bury my body in a supermarket aisle   And I will rise again like an exocet missile