The Devil Came From Kansas

(brooker / reid)
The devil came from kansas. where he went to i can't say
Though i teach i'm not a preacher, and i aim to stay that way
There's a monkey riding on my back, been there for some time
He says he knows me very well but he's no friend of mine
I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don' t beg for silver paper
When i'm trying to sell you cheese
The devil came from kansas. where he went to i can't say
If you really are my brother then you'd better start to pray
For the sins of those departed and the ones about to go
There's a dark cloud just above us, don't tell me 'cos i know
I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When i'm trying to sell you cheese
No i never came from kansas, don't forget to thank the cook
Which reminds me of my duty: i was lost and now i look
For the turning and the signpost and the road which takes you down
To that pool inside the forest in whose waters i shall drown
I am not a humble pilgrim
There's no need to scrape and squeeze
And don't beg for silver paper
When i'm trying to sell you cheese