Testo The devil and mr. jones Voltaire

The devil and mr. jones

He sits in the dark
Looking into the glass
with his hands in the jar
what a sticky white mess
he applies and he wonders "Oh how'd I ever get here?"
Piercing his reflection, as he pulls off an ear

'neath the sign reading exit by the backstage door
his fans are collected for a glimpse at the star
he emerges and they wonder "oh how can it be?"
"that this angel is the monster we have all come to see?"

In that labyrinth
In that lab your in
In the watery depths of hell
boy you were so renowned in the underground
even the dead can tell where the witches dwell
eating all you know as a when to go
on a board soaring out to space
selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell

"This is your fate, Mr. Jones, my dear!"
said the Devil to dear Mr. Jones
"You'll be loved by the millions and great at your task!
but no one will see who is under the mask!
cover your face, Mr. Jones, my dear
It's hot as hell under the foam
and, like me, you will be in a crowd yet all alone"

The story, saw it with him
and fessendins known it for years
It shines from within him
through the growls and the moans and the tears

In that labyrinth
In that lab your in
In the watery depths of hell
boy you were so renowned in the underground
even the dead can tell where the witches dwell
eating all you know as a when to go
on a board soaring out to space
selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell

"Show us your face Mr. Jones, my dear"
said the Angels to dear Mr. Jones
"It's a crime to the heavens for even a while
to hide for a moment that beautiful smile!
show us your face, Mr. Jones my dear"
said the angels to dear Mr. Jones
"You are loved and you know,
you will never be alone"