From the recording Devil In The White City

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Produced and engineered by Wes McGraw
Arranged by Terry Fairfax and Wes McGraw
All instruments by Wes McGraw
Sung by Terry Fairfax

Lyrics

Dead of night 'bout to come around
Biggest party Chicago had ever seen
Doctor, doctor done come to town
Made his name and he made his rounds
The killing, the pain, the memories

I was born with the devil in me
Like a poet born with a song
I can't make it go away -- every devil's got to have his day
And the devil in the white city's got to move along

Watching the people I've taken in
One by one I make them go away
Breathe in deep, drift off to sleep
Pray the Lord your body to keep
Maybe I can live to kill another day

I was born with the devil in me
Like a poet born with a song
I can't make it go away -- somebody else gonna die today
And the devil in the white city's got to move along

Get in line, buckle in
Get on the wheel, let it take you higher
Hearing the cries makes me sick inside
Ain't no way to kill this fire

Dead of night come 'round again
With a deep down dark that I bet you don't ever see
Just gotta hope for another day
Soon there's gonna be hell to pay
And this devil won't let me be

I was born with the devil in me
Like a poet born with a song
I can't make it go away -- there ain't nothing to make me stay
So the devil in the white city's got to move along

I was born with the devil in me
Like a poet born with a song
I can't make it go away -- every devil's got to have his day
And the devil in the white city's got to move along