[Verse 1] Baghdad dust on a midnight road A hard-eyed son with a heart of stone No reason left in the words he throws A cruel hand turns where the cold wind blows
[Pre-Chorus] You hear that name, you feel the ground shake A little more than a man can take
[Chorus] Devil of Baghdad, answer the night Devil of Baghdad, born out of spite No mercy, no reason, no soul to defend Devil of Baghdad, where does it end?
[Verse 2] He wears his anger like a second skin Calls every ruin a way to win The old streets know what his shadow brings A bitter crown and a kingdom of sting
[Pre-Chorus] You hear that name, you feel the ground shake A little more than a man can take
[Chorus] Devil of Baghdad, answer the night Devil of Baghdad, born out of spite No mercy, no reason, no soul to defend Devil of Baghdad, where does it end?
[Bridge] Even the wild dogs turn from his door Even the devil asks what he came here for But every dark road runs out someday And every cruel hand must answer one day
[Chorus] Devil of Baghdad, answer the night Devil of Baghdad, born out of spite No mercy, no reason, no soul to defend Devil of Baghdad, where does it end?
[Outro] Where does it end? Devil of Baghdad
Stijl van muziek
Dark electric blues with a gritty slow shuffle, overdriven slide guitar answering a gravelly male lead, smoky harmonica accents, deep upright-style bass and restrained brushed snare. Build from sparse, tense verses into a blunt, chantable English hook with backing shouts; keep the arrangement raw, close-miked, and dynamically forceful, with a short guitar turnaround between sections.