Marc Almond The Devil (okay)
One day the devil came above ground One day the devil came above ground To study his interests He saw everything The devil, he heard everything And having seen all Having heard all He returned to his home below And down below They organised a grand feast At the end of this feast The devil rose to deliver his speach This is the jist of what he said Okay! Okay The world up there is like a sea Of raging fires that spit and roar Okay And man has fought like crazy With dangerous games of war Okay Trains are derailed A crash His boys filled with ideals Place bombs on the tracks Well that creates original death That death creates without confession Confessions without remission Okay Nothing is sold But all is bought Honour and sainthood Okay And states change secretly Into anonymous societies Okay hey hey And the mighty extort their dollars From countries that are poor And Europe also rips the scars With it's post colonial gorge That creates death from starvation And starvation of nations Okay And man has seen so much of it That his eyes have become grey Okay, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey And no songs seem to exist Except when sung on stage Okay They dispense with hired thugs And jack-ass poets get the elbow but in the papers everywhere Every shit has his photo That creates evil in honest folk And laughter in dishonest ones Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Okay! Hahaha! Okay! Hahaha! Okay
