she goes walkin'
on the devils lawn
evil stalkin'
an' carryin' on an' on

she leaves her slip rolled up
inside the glove box of her car

and tomorrow
she's starving for redeem
drippin' sorrow
she cries before the king

wanting to speak so bad
but her mouth will only scream
(GUITAR SOLO)

black leather
babe's gonna get to you
stormy weather
you know heaven's rain is due

you better run
before it all starts to fall on you
you better run
before it all starts to fall on you