You hide behind your eloquence And some sound advice But what's beneath your gross concern, Ain't nuthin' nice Manipulate us once again, To see your way But you all extort the chart, the cause, And you go disarray
It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it
There's no solution to this method Of passing the buck But there's one thing you can be sure of, His will remains stuck But she'll look good and that's all that matters, That's how you were taught In this situation you had no control To be distraught
It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it
When it comes to the verbal stinger You can surely talk a good game You're really good at pointing the finger You're a pro at placing the blame You're unbelievably good, but unbelievable just the same 'Cause it's you that seems to be missing from every picture That you frame
It was the devil, god made me do it
And if it's any one of the screws at fault Well it's certainly not yourself And if the question is pointed in your direction You deflect it to someone else It's too late, we all participate in the kill party And read each other's thoughts with the R-A-D-A-R And ever increasing folly
It had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it
When it comes to the verbal stinger You can surely talk a good game You're really good at pointing the finger You're a pro at placing the blame You're unbelievably good, but unbelievable just the same 'Cause it's you that seems to be missing from every picture That you frame
The super rich blame the poor, and the hungry blame the fat The preacher blames the sinner, and the republican blames the democrat The abuser blames the victim, and the society blames the music
It just had to be the will of god, but the devil made me do it
