Down by the devil goes dancing, there's a story they still tell. About a woman in trouble, and the secrets she could sell. She was consumed with the dark heat, as she slipped out of her bed. With the burn she hid, into the torrid night she fled. Out there was thought of the dark side, a face as thick as stood in wait. In the flash of a moment, a sad exchange was quietly made. Slow dancing, down in hell. Slow dancing, I'm gonna shoot that woman, dance with her right now. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. I'm gonna take that woman down. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. I felt the curse of my anger, as they stole it to the fly. On and on with the fate she chose, if she ain't ever coming back, oh no no. Slow dancing, down in hell. Slow dancing, I'm gonna shoot that woman, dance with her right now. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. I'm gonna take that woman down. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. Silhouettes upon the window, shadows moving tail to tail. Tears of hate flowing hot inside me. In my head at the end, it burns, yeah. It burns, yeah. Now I've told you stories, a story I know well. About a woman and madness and the fall we took to hell. Out past the start of the dark side, we'll be forever and ever. Slow dancing in hell. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. I'm gonna take that woman down. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. I'm gonna take that woman down. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. I'm gonna take that woman down. Slow dancing, slow dancing in hell. I'm gonna take that woman down.