Waking Up the Dead

I saw the devil
Walking like a man
Hair on fire
Skin shining golden brown
Spoke of trouble
And taking on the man
Promised salvation
Burned the whole thing down

He's on your shoulder
And In your head
He's right before you
Waking up the dead

Scary monsters
Picking up the reigns
Take a gamble
Throw it all away
Through our fingers
Slipping down the drain
Hook line and sinker
We bought the con man's game

He's on your shoulder
And In your head
He's right before you
Turning blue to red

Fact from fiction
Can't tell truth from lies
The eagle's landed
She no longer flies
See my children
Can't look them in the eye
Finders keepers
Aw, what's yours is mine

He's on your shoulder
And In your head
He's right before you
Turning blue to red

He's on your shoulder
And In your head
He's right before you
Waking up the dead
Waking up the dead