Help Yourself The Devil Makes Three

Even the devil was an angel before he tried to rush the throne
Lord, they threw him down in hell there all alone
And now he builds a castle out of the sinners' bones
You'd be angry too if you could never go home

Well now, I ain't no preacher, no preacher man's son
I done some bad things but I like to have my fun
A thousand ways to heaven, a thousand ways to hell
Well I say, the good Lord helps those that help themselves
So help yourselves now

Old man Nicodemus could not make his heart believe
He could see that Jesus had some tricks up his sleeve
Said now, Oh man, Jesus I can't do things your way
But I can see you work with somebody big, so I'm backing your play

Old man Nicodemus, his pockets they were deep
But on the day the Romans decided to put Jesus to sleep
Jesus could not care for money now or any such thing
Old Nicodemus paid to have Jesus just buried like a king

Well now, I ain't no preacher, no preacher man's son
I done some bad things but I like to have my fun
A thousand ways to heaven, a thousand ways to hell
Well I say, the good Lord helps those that help themselves
So help yourselves now