Pulp Lyrics

Album: Countdown 1992-1983

The Mark Of The Devil Lyrics

The mark of the devil is upon you

 Your look is no happier than mine

 Damnation is waiting in the mirror but you shouldn't mind

 Their legs start a feeling in your stomach

 Their eyes knock you backwards with a glance

 Your pride sinks unnoticed in the river given half a chance

 And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty

 And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

 But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling

 But you fidget and your heart is growing cold

 Smiles left unfollowed start to haunt you 

 Chances that perished long ago

 The devil is waiting in the bathroom with your worthless soul

 The years pull their weight down on your cheekbones

 The nights out are hanging from your waist

 The years float like dust held in the sunlight with an aftertaste

 And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty 

 And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

 But you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling

 But you fidget and your heart is growing cold

 La la lala lala la la...

 And your past is just a bedroom full of implements of cruelty

 And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

 And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling 

 But you fidget and your heart is growing cold 

 And your past is justa bedroom full of implements of cruelty

 And a list will bind your eyes as you grow old

 And you want to join the laughter sharing simple shreds of feeling

 But you fidget and your heart is growing cold

 La la lala... Oh...