: Lord I miss the highway, running against the wind Blessed are the stoned, and all the places they've been Shadow of a man at home, beating a dead horse
lie For your love is he the hero Does he know that you begging him please Where angles dare, the devil 's fill that need In your despair does he get up
ain't havin' it Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Valujet I heard a nigga say he
Ohh, it ain't my fault+, I done what I had to do Give a fuck about no nigga, that nigga don't give a fuck about me Any chance he get he gon' take it,
B.G.] We gon drive from east over, Dump ya body in big noy We gon leave a note around ya neck sayin that you in chopper city boy [U.N.L.V.] Oh, He want
you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight You ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight Have you ever danced with the devil in the
been a good day in hell And tomorrow I'll be glory bound Higher, She can keep you loaded, Feedin' you whiskey and wine Fire, The devil's on the phone, he
: Open up your eyes take the devil from your mind he's been holding on to you and you're so hard to find the wind outside is cold restless feeling
th, baby Jesus Christ was born An alien to the world, he was set out to destroy An alien to the world, he was set out to destroy An alien to the world, he
Let us get married in this prison cell And if the left glove fits the right hand And if the devil dances on your side Should he cover his horns Should he
breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he
is mine when you haul your nets in." Never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray. No devil or redeemer will cheat him. He'll take his gold to where he
Oo he's a sly one He's a razamataz man He flew in from Singapore On a flying junk man Oo he's a devil Oo and the devil's gonna bring you down Oo he's
he wants to flirt and Yes he's looking up the skirts He want to meddle with a body He want to tamper with your mind Sooner or later He's gonna rip us
up Turn 'em on Boy they're really gonna work tonight Hey he's sittin' in the corner Like a little Jack Horner Make him break Take his cake Oh he's gonna
For me the apostle Paul, written all the saints In Ephesus, he started off with some defininish Songs explicitly was written for Christians He made it plain, it wasn?t a plan B He
the silent chorus of the dead you left behind [Listen! Open the door, Fed window! He has no idea how bad it is out there! He has no idea! He has no
a freak And couldn't wait to get in the sheets There's a freak in every demon They even had sex in the Garden of Eden It's the devil's work, the Lord
