Devil's Basement

There's a door on the side of a bar
That leads you down to the devil's basement
There's a door on the side of a bar
That leads you down to the devil's basement
Where you might sell your soul before you know
You find yourself alone in the devil's basement

There's no paint on the walls
Only mirrors and chalk in the devil's basement
There's no paint on the walls
Only mirrors and chalk in the devil's basement
Where you might sell your soul before you know
You find yourself alone in the devil's basement

There's a man on the street
With no shoes on his feet
He's trembling when he speaks
He's staring right at me
Here's a song you should know
There's a fire, there's smoke
Brewing down below, brewing down below
In the devil's basement
In the devil's basement

There's no places to hide
When you're on the other side
Just the cold company of the devil
And your money that'll take you down
Take you down
Leave your conscience at home
Or just pay before you come to the devil's basement
To the devil's basement