Lyrics to The Devil and Mr. Jones (Feat. Julia Marcell)
Voltaire:
He sits in the dark, looking into the glass, with his hand in the jar.
It's a sticky, white mess.
He applies it and he wonders, "How'd I ever get here?"
Piercing, his reflection.
As he pulls off an ear.
'Neath the sign reading "EXIT," by the backstage door, his fans are collected for a glimpse at the star.
He emerges and they wonder, "How can it be this angel is the monster we have all come to see?"
Voltaire & Julia:
In the labyrinth.
In that lab you're in.
In the watery depths of Hell.
Boy, you are so renowned in the underground, even dead.
In a tale where the witches dwell.
Eating all you know as a wendigo.
On aboard soaring out to space.
Selling ice cream when we are at the end in a war between Heaven and Hell.
Voltaire:
"This is your fate, Mr. Jones, My Dear," said the devil to dear Mr. Jones.
"You'll be loved by the millions and great at your task, but no one will see who is under the mask.
Cover your face, Mr. Jones, My Dear.
It's hot as Hell under the foam.
And, like me, you will be in a crowd, yet all alone."
Lo sabe Guillermo Del Toro el gran director.
También hubo Ortega, que lo vió en este señor.
Story, saw it glimmer.
And Fessenden's known it for years.
It shines from within him through the growls and the moans and the tears.
Voltaire & Julia:
In the labyrinth.
In that lab you're in.
In the watery depths of Hell.
Boy, you are so renowned in the underground, even dead.
In a tale where the witches dwell.
Eating all you know as a wendigo.
On aboard soaring out to space.
Selling ice cream when we are at the end in a war between Heaven and Hell.
Julia: "Show us your face, Mr. Jones, My Dear,"
Voltaire: ...said the angel to dear Mr. Jones.
Julia: "It's a crime to the heavens for even a while to hide for a moment that beautiful smile.
Show us your face, Mr. Jones, My Dear,"
Voltaire: ...said the angel to dear Mr. Jones.
Julia: "You are loved and you know...
Voltaire & Julia (as the angel and the devil): ...you will never be alone."
He sits in the dark, looking into the glass, with his hand in the jar.
It's a sticky, white mess.
He applies it and he wonders, "How'd I ever get here?"
Piercing, his reflection.
As he pulls off an ear.
'Neath the sign reading "EXIT," by the backstage door, his fans are collected for a glimpse at the star.
He emerges and they wonder, "How can it be this angel is the monster we have all come to see?"
Voltaire & Julia:
In the labyrinth.
In that lab you're in.
In the watery depths of Hell.
Boy, you are so renowned in the underground, even dead.
In a tale where the witches dwell.
Eating all you know as a wendigo.
On aboard soaring out to space.
Selling ice cream when we are at the end in a war between Heaven and Hell.
Voltaire:
"This is your fate, Mr. Jones, My Dear," said the devil to dear Mr. Jones.
"You'll be loved by the millions and great at your task, but no one will see who is under the mask.
Cover your face, Mr. Jones, My Dear.
It's hot as Hell under the foam.
And, like me, you will be in a crowd, yet all alone."
Lo sabe Guillermo Del Toro el gran director.
También hubo Ortega, que lo vió en este señor.
Story, saw it glimmer.
And Fessenden's known it for years.
It shines from within him through the growls and the moans and the tears.
Voltaire & Julia:
In the labyrinth.
In that lab you're in.
In the watery depths of Hell.
Boy, you are so renowned in the underground, even dead.
In a tale where the witches dwell.
Eating all you know as a wendigo.
On aboard soaring out to space.
Selling ice cream when we are at the end in a war between Heaven and Hell.
Julia: "Show us your face, Mr. Jones, My Dear,"
Voltaire: ...said the angel to dear Mr. Jones.
Julia: "It's a crime to the heavens for even a while to hide for a moment that beautiful smile.
Show us your face, Mr. Jones, My Dear,"
Voltaire: ...said the angel to dear Mr. Jones.
Julia: "You are loved and you know...
Voltaire & Julia (as the angel and the devil): ...you will never be alone."
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