Music by Sam Carroll and Asia Lupo
Lyrics by Sam Carroll

Cloud in a bright blue sky
Someone goin round given out those shadows
People waiting to die
Giving up their hope while the sunlight narrows
I’m left shivering
Come deliver me light
I’m tired of the dark and lonely
I’m a sore of the eye
Give up now, be my one and only

Lost in a deep blue prayer
Someone get me out of this god damned nightmare
Smell the sick on the air
I’m down in a battle, in a losing fight where
Nothings glimmering
A candle dim in the night
I tried to burn down their gallows
Hangin with a deadly stare
Enjoying life in the sunken shallows

Oh the devil’s wearing black
And we ain’t coming back from here (hey ya)
Hanging high, they left us here to die
But we’ll be telling tales far into the grave, yo
Hope is withering, the cold is settled in
The fickle hand of death is near
They better dig that grave deep, cuz nothing’s gunna keep us
From spilling all your secrets, dear

Trudging through a muck-filled mire
Someone tell me now, is there anyone out there?
There’s one thing I require
And it’s knowing this hell came with one good prize where
The sun is settling, there’s no more meddling
A happy home and a handsome harrow
Just a dream on the air
Stuck again in the sunken shallows

Oh the devil’s wearing black
And we ain’t coming back from here (hey ya)
Hanging high, they left us here to die
But we’ll be telling tales far into the grave, yo
Hope is withering, the cold is settled in
The fickle hand of death is near
They better dig that grave deep, cuz nothing’s gunna keep us
From spilling all your secrets, dear

The devil’s wearing black and we’re never coming back
The devil’s wearing black and we’re never coming back
The devil’s wearing black and we’re never coming back
The devil’s wearing black and we ain’t coming back from here

Oh the devil’s wearing black
And we ain’t coming back from here (hey ya)
Hanging high, they left us here to die
But we’ll be telling tales far into the grave, yo
Hope is withering, the cold is settled in
The fickle hand of death is near
They better dig that grave deep, cuz nothing’s gunna keep us
From spilling all your secrets, dear