Annie was from Nazareth Pennslyvania
Born on the summer solstice of '73
Daddy ran off and left her for another woman
Said you never meant that much to me

Baby roll with the punches
even though the end is not in sight
Well you can pray with the people there on Sunday
but I'm dancing with the devil
I'm dancing like the devil here tonight

Raised by her grandmother the spirit healer
in a house where jasmine incense filled the air
Read your soul out to you in another language
with one cold and fixed stare

And she said, Baby roll with the punches
even though the end is not in sight
Well do you pray with the people there on Sunday?
'Cause I swear I smell the devil here tonight
Tattooed by that man they call Diablo
Knew he must have been the devil himself
One cold grey streak in his hair the rest like tar pitch.
And that's when she lost her will.

And she said, Baby roll with the punches
even though the end is not in sight
Well I pray with the people there on Sunday
but I'm sleeping with the devil here