You are a creature of the dark, come on hit me on my mark. This X marks my heart, on the mark. Bad luck and worse weather, Hyacinth and Heather, Of Lace and Leather. I'm moving on, I'm getting out of here. The DEVIL cries without a tear. I'm moving out of here with a bag of Devils tears. When the Devil cries, it's a pack of LIES. A heart of gold, a heart of tacks, you love me baby, that's a fact in your big black Cadillac. I'm moving upwards through the atmosphere The devil cries without a tear.