Oh, the Devil has come He's knocking down doors for fun Shouting at radio songs for nothing And in the corner of dread He knits with an iron thread Stories that make the boys scared of laughing And I'll, if you gave me the time I'd show you the things that I find in your soul In your soul In your soul Is this a prize worth knowing Leaving behind the old home To marry another one And then it all burns in a cigarette Somewhere between the house and the car And the birthdays and the clean white picket fence and the football net You realised you still ain't happy yet Why the fuck ain't you happy yet? But I'll, if you gave me the time I'd show you the things that I find in your soul If ever your Devil is kind Promise me you will try and try to let go To let go To let go Let go darling Are you happy darling?