The devil came to Nott Street

Mephistopheles moved in up the road from me I watched as his moving van Unloaded his lair and leave I was just out there skating Learning how to carve a street When he called upon two of his minions To summon me Oh, my love If you should ever cross his path one day You best keep your wits about you Lest he drag you to your grave Oh, my love If you should ever cross his path one day You best keep your wits about you There is no horns There is no pitchfork You'll see no tail there But there's a tale here to be told You will find blood You will find gold And if you raise his hand and loose your head Rest assured he will find your soul Oh, my love If you should ever cross his path one day You best keep your wits about you Lest he drag you to your grave Oh, my love If you should ever cross his path one day You best keep your wits about you