I dreamed of a devil last night He tempted me with a wicked tongue and a rough hand Saying "it's alright, honey it's alright You can leave that man" When I woke my head was spinning As I recalled all of the things he said Made me feel less of a woman Making me feel like a who*e instead And I, I won't be going to my grave I've got a lot to live for I won't be rocking in my faith I got a lot to hope for Dreamed of a devil last night Amazing such a little thing can get in your head Saying "it's alright, honey it's alright You can stay in my bed, stay in my bed, stay here in my--" No, no, no, no, no I won't be going to my grave I've got a lot to live for I won't be rocking in my faith I've got a lot to hope I'm not going to my grave I got a lot to live for Little children Going in circles He will sing you lullabies Little children Rest your heads No more monsters, no more devils You are not who the wicked call you (Pure and peace and strong and joy) (Pure and peace and strong and joy) All you little children Oh you little children Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack All dressed in black, black, black With silver bu*tons, bu*tons, bu*tons All down her back, back, back