(G. Johnson/A. Whiteman)

Devil in the kitchen

Snake in the grass

Sat naked at the table

And filled his glass

He said, Take my hand,

Your answer will be here...

Take my hand

And walk this way out of here...

There was a fire in the basement

Claimed your youth

Did you make your choices

Based on truth?

And the man, he bought the land

In his dying bed

And the angel voices

Were ringing in his head

They say can you get the truth from a liar?

Can it keep you warm without the fire?

The walking blues was laughing, I heard him say

The answer is inside your skull ring.

Well, my good book tells me I don't need ya

I can get the honey without the sting

Don't need more than fear, well it don't mean a
thing

The answer's right inside my skull ring