the devil is real

pharaoh

my pharaoh

my bonnie is dead

she's in my camaro with a tear in her dress

last night at the drive-in

she kicked off her heels

and said boy let me know if the devil is real

bonnie the birthmark at the base of your ass

is shaped like the gallows and the shadows they cast

pharaoh

that shadow is shaped like a cross

swing bonnie

swing

'til you swing us across

queens bridge

queens bridge

rusty queens burrough

you'd be our passage to the wide open world

and we've come on driving with a song in our throats

howling our way into the greatest of shows

pharaoh

my pharaoh

the devil is real

he's in my camaro with his teeth on the wheel

and mile on mile

field after field

skyline and silo and the devil is real