I recognize no method of living that I know.

I see only the basic materials I may use.

If you ask me, I may tell you.

It's been this way for years.

I play my red guitar;

It's the devil in the flesh,

It's the iron in my soul.

I play my red guitar;

It's the devil in the flesh,

It's the iron in my soul.

I understand you're facing problems inside you,

A certain difficulty of being that I know too.

You may ask me, why do I fail

Just when I'm needed.

I play my red guitar;

It's the devil in the flesh,

It's the iron in my soul.

I play my red guitar;

It's the devil in the flesh,

It's the iron in my soul.

I play my red guitar;

It's the devil in the flesh,

It's the iron in my soul.

If you ask me, I may tell you.

It's been this way for years.