Soon he'll be fast asleep
And I'll slip towards the trap door
And later you'll find me grappling
Scraped and torn on the sidewalk
And reaching for the devil's cup
But he's never gonna give it up
I walk into the room with you
Biding lights sideways
But soon the contrast will be gone
And my comfort will lie in the graze
I'll be sipping from the devil's cup
But he'll never really give it up
I'll be sipping from the devil's cup
But he'll never really give it up
When the curtain rises
And the setting dissolves
The stage will occupy only one
Who will be reaching for the devil's cup
But he's never gonna give it up
I'll be sipping from the devil's cup
But he'll never really give it up
