Devil's Tear

You are a creature of the dark
Come on hit me on my mark
This «X» marks my heart
On your mark
Bad luck and worse weather
Hyacinth and Heather
Of Lace and Leather
I’m moving on, I’m getting out of here
The Devil cries without a tear
I’m moving out of here
With a bag of Devils tears
When the Devil cries
It’s a pack of lies
A heart of gold, a heart of tacks
You love me baby, that’s a fact
In your big black Cadillac
I’m moving upwards through the atmosphere
The devil cries without a tear