Do you feel that, feel that, sneaking up behind your back?
Is it startin’ low, heel toe, creepin’ through the corners and cracks
Do you dig deep, lose sleep, drowning in a river of doubt
Does the trouble always find you, whether not you’re seekin’ it out…

The devil don’t come to play,
he’s a-workin’ every day,
he’s a shape-shiftin’ tight-fittin’ light-fingered son of a gun
The devil don’t come to play,
he’s a-workin through the day
he’s gonna chase you down, just to watch you run
Just to watch you run, just to watch you run, oooh

You might think, it might seem, you got it all under control,
But I tell you son there’s always one card he’s unwilling to show
One spin, quick win, you think you’re gonna cash him out big
till you’re cryin’ to the sky, “Good Lord, what’s it all mean?”

The devil don’t come to play,
he’s a-workin’ every day,
he’s a shape-shiftin’ tight-fittin’ light-fingered son of a gun
The devil don’t come to play,
he’s a-workin through the day
he’s gonna chase you down, just to watch you run
Just to watch you run, just to watch you run, oooh

Help me, help me, I’m fallin’ again
I’ve gone and let that wretched devil in
Help me, help me, I’m strayin’ again,
The devil won’t come to lose, no, he only plays to win

Woah, ooh, mhmm