I came down to the South of the city,
Took this room with a view,
Trying to get a bit of anonymity,
While I thought the whole thing through.
Looking back, whole thing was madness,
But above us all, there’s a devil that’s laughing.
And like the smile of some aspiring actor,
I see through it all, to the devil that’s laughing.
I see Irina’s latest self portrait,
Make it into the frame,
And all her exhibitions,
Currently on display.
Like Narcissus, and his pool of blackness
Above us all, the devil is laughing.
Like some socialite Parisian in a black dress,
Above us all, the devil is laughing.
Sinking Rainey, he’s sunk,
Fumbling and drunk,
Stumbling past a beggar
Shaking an empty cup,
He says ‘the poverty of man is natural disaster,
Above us all, the devil is laughing.
At the end of it all, what’s it matter?
Above it all, he’s up there laughing.’
But me I’m here getting settled,
Trying to keep it on the level,
Turned my back on the lord,
Never accepted the devil.
I’m here, fighting my war, battle by battle,
Knowing above it all, the devil is laughing.
And I’ll die, fighting this war, battle by battle,
Knowing above it all, the devil was laughing.
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