The devil works with idle hands, well these hands? They're a strumming (But) heaven sure had different plans cuz the devil? He's still-a-coming (He) told me I could be a six-string picker, lighting any stadium on fire He said it was free under one condition: "I take your life in three years' time" Oh no "I take your life in three years' time" At the stroke of twelve I turn 24 that's when I gotta make my decision Do I go to hell and burn my soul for three years of singing and picking? Well, momma told me to watch myself, pay attention and keep my head on a swivel But I promised her that I'd help us so the ink is dry and my fingers are itching like My fingers are itching like Well name a stage, you bet I've played it and raised the roof and brought the house Down (And) made it rain, turned strings to flames but I hate to say it's my final countdown Before I go let momma know that she owns my bank account now I built a home from solid gold, she ain't got nothing to worry about now Oh no She ain't got nothing to worry about now Oh no Before I know three years is gone, turned 27 at the crossroads Lord, I know the deal is done cuz that dirty bloody devil he came-a-knockin Robert J and Kurt Cobain and Amy, they're a watching Valerie and Purple Haze are playing and I can hear Janis Joplin Saying La da da la da da da La da da La da da da da La da da La da da da La da da La da da da da da da