Lyrics:
cake
Slice of devil's piece
Tempted by the taste
Zombies walk alive
Rise up out your grave
Blind folded eyes
Bird box a slave
Blonde hair disguise
Lies
Old Reilly stole a stallion
But they caught him and they brought him back
And they laid him down in the jail house ground
With an iron chain
of dancing in the shadows
Sometimes I feel like a ghost
Falling short and coming close
I'm feeling like I'm losing hope
I'm tired of dancing with the devil
in no condition for dancing with the devil
Baby, should we make it out alive
Oh, you know I'm gonna put my foot
On the pedal
Don't you get up
could do
I'm wrapping myself up with you
Don't you know it's Christmas?
And I want you baby, by my side
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
another case of the celebrity blues
The devil with me and he tell me to shoot
Murder, murder, murder, what would you do?
Have you ever had to hurt her?
to the influence, slave to motordeath
Shift up gear and take a number
To ride the iron horse to hell (hell)
Wielding the scythe, judge and jury by right
The reaper's
Ayy!
You know what they say
They say God helps those who help themselves and the Devil makes work for idle thumbs
Fuck it
No boy can't run me,
She likes whiskey with her water
She starts dancing when the stars come out
She ain't your typical preacher's daughter
She'll leave you dreamin'
Before you advertise
All the fame is implied
With no fortune unseen
Sell the rights
To your blight
Time-machine
While I'm dulled by excess
And a cynic
I will become an iron wall for you
You'll win this fight I am with you
We were dancing in front of open windows
We forgot that the clock is
a hole
She's the Devil!
She's the Devil!
She's the Devil!
She's the Devil!
Dancing to the rhythm, trying just to keep your feet loose
Blend right in,
Careful what you MARVEL at
Cause what you STAN you adapt to like a SnapBack
Devil's trying cuff my hands, hit' a HULK clap back
Iron sharpens IRON
a demon inside
I feel empty, I seen the devil in my eyes
I hope that I can get right with god just in time
It's hard to see who really standing by yo side
I
by that - but you get the message
They wanna iron me out, low-key it start to get pressing
Wanna iron me iron: sum like anemia
Like tissues, they soft
nothin'
Shoot him in his back for cold frontin'
Let him hold somethin'
He with the Devil down south
Tell his ass to walk it out
Burner in his mouth,
I'm tracing
Dancing with the Heavens you got to be patient
Bright colours to keep my demons away
I don't dance with the devil I dance to Kirk Franklin
In my head!
In my head!
I've been letting this depression fester in my head!
In my head!
In my head!
I've been dancing with the devil dwelling down
And I'm with the devil
In a coupe not a Bentley!
Run em down, shoot it till it's empty!
Chopped the coupe
Something like Kenshi
Getting top in the back
to himself and he cussed
He left Sacramento early that mornin'
With a sackful of mail for St. Joe
Had to outrun some outlaws outside Carson City
By
THE AMERICAN DREAM
(Words & Music by Bernt Jansen)
A devil smile from the gambler
The deuces are wild
I see the world through a golden eye
Feels like
the A-Train, back of the iron horse
"Aight"
"Yo, man, you know what I'm sayin'?"
"Fuck it, man"
Imported on the ships, with irons around the fist
Gradual to afros, black cats, and fist picks
Still creating boogies, and the styles they want
Now they try
of the spear thrown by god (at the evil)
As I move up on the wicked through the mist with one objective
Send 'em back into the fire then you gon' be
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