In a moment, we might just begin, right about 1, 2, 3, 4, 5!Some days I think, it's all a dreamThe things I've doneThe places that I've beenThis life of mineSeems surreal at timesWasted days and nightsIn someone else's mindCould it beI'm not for realI slap my faceTo check out how I feelIt's hostageismTo prove it's trueWho lives behind a maskWas never provedCome on Robert JohnsonThough our worlds apartYou and I know what it's likeWith the devil in our heartYou sold your soul at the crossroadsGet the little amount on handI'm waiting out this nightI want to be strandedIn a wastelandRattling chainsAll around my bedGhosts can laughBut they're already deadI'm not dyingAnd I'm far from goneThe blues man's Spanish candleBut it's blueAnd the pain lives onCome on Robert JohnsonThough our worlds apartYou and I know what it's likeWith the devil in our heartYou sold your soul at the crossroadsGet the little amount on handI'm waiting out this mighty warAnd stranded in a wastelandWho lives behind a maskWas never provedCome on Robert JohnsonThough our worlds apartYou and I know what it's likeWith the devil in our heartWe'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.We'll be right back.