One, two Devil in the kitchen Snake in the grass Sat naked at the table And filled his glass He said, "Take my hand Your answer will be here Take my hand And walk this way out of here" There was a fire in the basement Claimed your youth Did you make your choices Based on truth? And the man, he bought the land In his dying bed The angel voices Were ringing in his head They say, "Can you get the truth from a liar? Can it keep you warm without the fire?" The walking blues was laughing, I heard him say "The answer is inside your skull ring" [Incomprehensible] Well, my good book tells me I don't need ya I can get the honey without the sting Don't need more than fear, well, it don't mean a thing The answer's right inside my skull ring