Smooth Fall

I already sold my dinged up halo
Used my wings to fuel a fire
Gave my good graces to a poor man
and told him to keep'em for awhile

I sinned up a storm
to rain down into the holy water
Started a fire in the hearts of those
Who needed something to light their way

I blew the embers as they screamed
Much to my delight
Say a prayer now, if you will,
as the Devil comes home tonight.