Talk of the devil
And the devil, he is there
Talk of the morning
Talk of the rain
Sometimes in the morning
When you get up it's too late
You find it's dark
It's raining too hard
And you start to believe
In the talk of the devil today,
Oh oh
Hard to believe
Harder to relieve
You are never the same
And if the godmen were to speak
The words of the prophets
I'm sure its plagiarized
And if the godmen were not
To walk on the waters
I'm sure I won't be surprised