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Devil’s Son:

Devil’s son
why don’t you come along
It won’t be long
till they find we shot em’ all dead.
And a bullet’s loud,
but the band came from all around, all around.

And still you ought to find a man better than I.
And still you ought to find a man better than I.
And still you ought to find a man of filth and grime, way downtown.

We better run,
aww damn,
we better run.
I lidded eyes,
bloodied hands
in the morning sun

And still you ought to find a man better than I.
And still you ought to find a man better than I.
And still you ought to find a man of filth and grime, way downtown.

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