The Ghost Of A Saber Tooth Tiger - The Devil You Know lyrics

All the gentry Are counting plebs To fall asleep A murky scene Time magazine A virgin's dream The devil you know The devil you don't The devil on the phone When it was mysterious Everything seemed a shade of gold on green The beauty queen Was not foreseen To be unclean She didn't know The cable tow Was around her throat The devil you know The devil you don't The devil on the phone When it was mysterious Everything seemed a shade of gold on green After all is said and done We'll all go crash into the sun