The Devil Stole My Saxophone Testo

The devil stole my saxophone I wake up. It's a quiet night. No noise disturbs the silence. Again this horrible nightmare. I shake my head, my mouth is dry Get up, sneak in the kitchen But what I see makes my blood run cold And I faint. I wake up in my bed again. Is this truth or fiction ? I take a look around And everything seems allright. But I remember what I saw And borders become blurred between reality and dream. I am in panic I am in fear I am all alone The devil stole my saxophone And now it's gone and what I miss most Is to play the blues on rainy days Now I'm here in the madhouse paying the dues For telling the truth, no one believes me.