Saint

Now if it weren't for the Devil, I'd be a Saint. I'd lay around being happy. No bitching or complaints. I wouldn't sweat the small stuff. I'd never lose my cool. I'd hang out. Party all night, but I'd never act a fool. But there's that Devil on my shoulder. He's been sitting up there for years. Always telling me that I've got nothing to lose. That constant whisper in my ear. Now if it weren't for the Devil, I'd never do no wrong. Kick back. Take a deep breath. Chillax all day long. I wouldn't take things for granted and people couldn't ruin my day. I wouldn't worry bout the stupid things they do or the stupid things that they say. But there's that Devil on my shoulder. He's been sitting up there for years. Always telling me that I've got nothing to lose. That constant whisper in my ear. Now if it weren't for the Devil, I wouldn't know temptation. I wouldn't want. I wouldn't need. I wouldn't have frustrations. I wouldn't have a care in the world cause everything would always be alright. Cause everyone would love one another. There would never be an end in sight. But there's that Devil on my shoulder. He's been sitting up there for years. Always telling me that I've got nothing to lose. That constant whisper in my ear.