Talk of the devil
And the devil, he is there
Talk of the morning

Talk of the rain
Sometimes in the morning
When you get up it's too late

You find it's dark
It's raining too hard
And you start to believe

In the talk of the devil today,
Oh oh..............
Hard to believe

Harder to relieve
You are never the same.
And if the godmen were to speak

The words of the prophets
I'm sure its plagiarized.
And if the godmen were not

To walk on the waters
I'm sure I won't be surprised