It doesn't always have a shape
Almost never does it have a name
It maybe has a pitchfork maybe has a tail
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It might walk upright from out of the inferno
May be coming horseback through deep snow
It's ragged and fat hungry as hell
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May be too humble to want to speak
May have a blood soaked bird in its teeth
Smoked filled skies and bees in the well
Maybe in a palace it may be in the streets
May be here among us on a crowded beach
May be asleep in a roadside motel
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Down in every ditch
Up on every hill
I've got my radio on
Drowning the bells
When midnight's done and the day won't start
And All I ever gave you was a broken heart
It's hard to admit but it's easy to tell
That evil is alive and well