Devil On My Shoulder

There's a devil on my shoulder and an angel on my mind
 God, I want to hold her, feel her heavenly design
 There's a worm inside a bottle, and a fisherman at sea
 The worm has turned to tell me that he's got a hook for me
 There's a devil on my shoulder and an angel at my side
 Can I undress your vessel, view your cultural divide?
 There's a ship inside a bottle, and a serpent in the sea
 You slip your slip just like a model and you fake a smile for me
 You slip your slip just like a model and you fake a smile for me
 I am washed upon your shallows with my flicking devil's tongue
 Singing songs about the gallows where all devils are well hung
 And in the deep red tide that heaves and swells and pulls me all asunder
 I think I hear Pavlov's hypnotic knells, they nominate my hunger
 There's a devil on my shoulder and an angel going blind
 I'm in her milky, sultry cosmos, but her body's undefined
 There's a devil on my shoulder, and I'm running out of patience
 Can I use my hands to mold her to my specifications?
 Can I use my hands to mold her to my specifications? There's an angel in my headlights and a devil at the wheel
 And now I've merged my birth-death destinies into a singular appeal
 If I could worship at your chalice, I'd resuscitate my soul.
 And then she leads me to her palace saying,
 "Hell ain't half full."
 And then she leads me to her palace saying,
 "Hell ain't half full."
 There's a birthmark on my shoulder, and a red coal in my brain
 And that demon's chanting and it's sounding something like this