The Devil Made Me Do It Fishbone

You hide behind your eloquence
And some sound advice
But what's beneath your gross concern
Ain't nuthin' nice
Manipulate us once again
To see your way
But you all extort the chart, the cause
And you go disarray

It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it

There's no solution to this method
Of passing the buck
But there's one thing you can be sure of
His will remains stuck
But she'll look good and that's all that matters
That's how you were taught
In this situation you had no control
To be distraught

It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it

When it comes to the verbal stinger
You can surely talk a good game
You're really good at pointing the finger
You're a pro at placing the blame
You're unbelievably good, but unbelievable just the same
'Cause it's you that seems to be missing from every picture
That you frame