Satan Pulls the Strings The Avett Brothers

Baby's in the cradle
Mama's in the bed
Sparrows on the window sill
And the devil's in my head
Devil's in my head, mama
The devil's in my head
Baby's in the cradle
And the devil's in my head

When the winter yields to summertime
The whip-poor-will, she sings
My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings
(That's right)
Satan pulls the strings, mama
Satan pulls the strings
My heart is in the puppet box and Satan pulls the strings

Well the front beat's in my brother, Lord
And the back beat's in me
God is in the song and the devil's in our feet
My God, devil's in our feet, mama
The devil's in our feet
God is in the song and the devil's in our feet, oh

Mama's cooking something up
Serving to us all
Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call
I gotta take the call, boys
Gotta take the call
Satan's ringing in now and I gotta take the call