Lyrics
Intro He's counting out the singles and I'm reaching for my half
Verse 1 Two stools at the back of the joint Receipt face-down in a ring of beer He laid down his and I laid down mine Same handwriting, year after year He don't gloat and he don't preach Licks his thumb and counts the tens Push the bowl of mints between us Like two even-handed friends
Pre-Chorus No horns, no smoke, no spell Just an itemized receipt from hell
Chorus Me and the devil split the check Even halves down to the cent I bought my own damnation And the tip was money spent Me and the devil split the check
Verse 2 His line's the door I left ajar My line's the lie I learned to tell We tally up the burning bridge Half his match and half my hell No tempter and no trembling fool Just two partners in the red He don't pull me down the stairs I walk down them on my own instead
Pre-Chorus No horns, no smoke, no spell Just an itemized receipt from hell
Chorus Me and the devil split the check Even halves down to the cent I bought my own damnation And the tip was money spent Me and the devil split the check
Bridge Preacher says he comes to take you Like a thief who picks the lock But the man across this table Never made me throw the rock Me and the devil split the check Even halves down to the cent I bought my own damnation And the tip was money spent Me and the devil split the check Me and the devil split the check
Outro We left a fair tip and we both walked out
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