Devil Horns

The original singer has retired to his farm
The drummer drove drunk, now he only has one arm
But they're still making records
They still sell out shows
And when they come to your town
You really oughta go
The service charge will kill you and a t-shirt's fifty bucks
But there's something 'bout a crowd going absolutely nuts
You will shout your throat raw
Become someone else
Let me be more precise
You'll meet your true self
You will shout your throat raw
You will raise your right hand
You will make the devil horns
You will finally understand
That we all have inner demons, they're impossible to kill
And keeping them from winning takes magic, love and skill
When anything can happen
And nothing awful does
Be thankful for the blessing
And grateful for the buzz
You won't remember this tomorrow, won't know how close we came
You will talk about the lasers, but you'll come back again
You will shout your throat raw
You will raise your right hand
You will make the devil horns
You will finally understand
You will shout your throat raw
You will raise your right hand
You will make the devil horns
You will finally understand