Thoughts of just entwine my brain   Life can be, so tired and lame   One man says to another   "How ya doing mate"   "I'm doing fine, everything's OK,   So how's life treating you me old mate?"   "I heard about your wife, I hope she comes back one day"      The devil's holding on to his collar   The devil's holding on to his collar   The devil's holding on to his collar      Well if he did exist,   Why don't he come down   And catch him where he drowns?      He sits back and sips his beer   And thinks about how death is near   He doesn't even raise his head, but he thinks about God      The devil's holding on to his collar   The devil's holding on to his collar   The devil's holding on to his collar      Well if he did exist,   Why don't he come down   And catch him where he drowns?      At quater past twelve he stumbles home all alone   He kicks a couple of cans or two   He don't believe in God         Do you?