Lyrics:

I've past that little black building
down on the corner so many times.
And I often wondered,
if anyone lived there.

It looked like an empty dwelling,
with its cracked fa�ade,
dusty windows,
curtains withdrawn,
no lights,
no signs of anything.

I talked to jewel about it,
she had the same idea.

That old guy,
that always hangs out.
Outside,
the liquor store,
next door.
(r�eghmann)

Told me he'd once seen the devil,
in one of those windows up there,
blowing him a kiss.

He had a certain serious (almost eerie),
look on his face as he said it,
as if he'd actually seen the dark lord.
S�said he'd seen him,
throw trash out of the back window,
that he'd been stealing the furniture,
from whatever bars,
closed down in the neighbourhood.
But he's an old guy,
probably delirious.

So anyway,
the other day me and Ricco,
decided to break in.

To see what the dark palace was really all about,
yawllah llat gnol a dah ti,
it had a long tall hallway,
that led to a staircase in the back.
And on the right side,
I counted seven doors.