sound Someone's always yelling turn it down Feel like I'm drifting Drifting from scene the scene I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly
ll take the midnight road to the devil's door And even the white angels of Eden with their flamin' swords Won't be able to stop us from hittin' town
the sound Someone's always yelling turn it down Feel like I'm drifting Drifting from scene the scene I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly
the devil's still after me I drink Bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's still servin
is weak Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin' Around town A&R's you get down with
knows? I don't. Would you light us on fire just to believe that some things don't burn? Baby, you're all crazy tonight. I can see in your eyes: you'll burn out bright