Beat the Devil - Raging Bull Blues | Текст песни

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“ Close your eyes and bite your lip, come along with me on my death trip.”
Solomon Grundy born on Monday took ill on Thursday buried on Sunday.
That’s the story of no accomplishment.
Boy do I feel for him.
Me and Grundy, we’ll never win.

Throw a couple punches
Rub a bloody nose
Cause maybe I
Love to be the looser
Marked up with the bruise of a damn good fight
Pin me in a ring and tear me new skin
I’ll you why
I can’t seem to give

Happy go lucky friends Democrats Republicans
They say that they have made amends
with their existence.
As long as the sun’s on fire
Dying to give us life
Oh hell!
Well everything must go!
Spare our stupid souls!

Throw a couple…

Huffing on muscled air Splitting ends of hair
The stiff of wintertime
like Ice Caps on desire
I’ve been hurting by design
Patent’s smacked on my behind
I never tested very well
Never Tested Very Well

Throw and couple…

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