I shot the devil in the back He follows me follows me everywhere I run A dark cloud over my heavy head You can hear his footsteps in the silence of the night His dark and vile presence I can feel him as he creeps through the shadows His putrid stench can only be smelled by those haunted He sometimes whispers in my ear I feel him picking at my brain He's always picking at my brain! I shot the devil in the back He follows me follows me everywhere I run A dark cloud over my heavy head It's such a dark cloud He will not leave without you You live your life out in torture