Lyrics

On my shoulder staring back at me
From the mirror
There’s that little fucker again
Telling me I’m nothing

From the bottom of my whiskey glass
Sizing me up
Another fallen angel right there
I throw ‘em back, I don’t care


We gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
We gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
We gotta run from the Devil

As I sit here working on a song
All satisfied when
From the back of my mind he toots
That my song is no good

When I’m almost at the finish line
I hear the cheering
Coming from the bleachers again
Yelling there’s no way that I can win

We gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
We gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
We gotta run from the Devil

Gotta run, gotta run
Gotta run, gotta run

We gotta run, run
Run, run
We gotta run, We gotta run
Run, run
Run, run
We gotta run

We gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
We gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
We gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
Run from the Devil
Gotta run from the Devil
We gotta run from the Devil