This is the story of my God forsaken soul There's a angel on my shoulder there's a devil on the other I'm just a simple guy, how can I ever know which one that I should listen to, which road I have to follow
There's a thin line between wrong and right there's grey shade place between black and white But I hear him coming, I can feel him coming
It's like the Devil has a hotline to my heart Like a dream coming in without knocking at my door One night he burst in trough my window And he tore it all apart, He broke down my defenses That's when it all starts
There's a thin line between wrong and right there's grey shade (place) between black and white But I hear him coming, I can feel him coming
I hear him coming, I can hear what the Devil says there's a devil on my shoulder, he talks to me, he leads me astray
I met him in an alley, we were covered by the dark He put a gun in my hand, telling it was my new friend then he asked « Man, do you understand, the things you have to do ? » I will set you free if you listen to me Put a bullet in your head !, and your problems will be gone ! My friend, this gun will help you solve your problems one by one
I hear him coming, I can hear what the Devil says there's a devil on my shoulder, he talks to me, he leads me astray