I googled the lyrics to Princess of Darkness, but the ones I found had some errors. I believe these are right, but of course, I could've missed something. Feel free to correct any mistakes. Hopefully they'll post the official lyrics on the site soon! This town, she is a temptress. A siren with gold eyes. She'll cut you with her kind less and she will bleed you with her lies. She's been called a glistening devil. She's good at keeping score. If you make it, she's your savior. If you don't, she's a whore. The roads to and from her heart are littered with creative souls. They gave all their all and all they got in return was empty holes. Sure we've all heard about Shel and Kris and Willie and the Bobby Bares. She's smiled on the Johnnys, the Merles and many Music Row millionaires. Like a beacon she goes seekin' seed for her loins so fertile. To a free man she's a prison. To a caged one she's a fire. She's the reason there's a "Sunday Morning Comin' Down," "I Saw the Light." "A Boy Named Sue." "He Stopped Loving Her Today." "The Pill" and "Sixteenth Avenue." The Ryman, oh she's a diamond, in the crown of that wicked queen. She was Roy Acuff's castle and Elvis Presley's broken dream. It's not all bad. It's not all dark. It's not all gloom and crass. But to find gold in this silver mine, it does take balls of brass. Of course she's seen 'em come and seen 'em go. Came herself a time or two. No matter how satisfied her screams sound, she always wants someone new. The next him or them or her or all with stamina to last the night. To be a star in this lady's town, you can fuck or you can fight. You see, it all come down to money, not romantic art of days gone past. If you forget that rule, you can bet your backside she will bury it in your ass. A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt. A thousand pawn shop guitars. A nasty little needle to a vein that feeds the singer's heart. She lurks in friendly shadows, but she's a junkie with a limp. The agents are her bookie and the labels are her pimp. I'll tell you a well known secret in the tiny place known far and wide. The devil walks among us, folks. And Nashville is his bride. Of all the chaos he has caused and done, his greatest trick is to every guitar totin' dreamer, the devil don't exist. But me, I've shook his hand and I know that he is real. So Devil, you can go screw yourself and then go straight to hell.