Brett Detar - The Devil's Gotta' Earn | Текст песни

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• The Devil's Gotta' Earn

I hear everbody talking wishin` I was gone.
Everybody else is doin` everybody wrong.
Well alright. I`m done hangin` round.
I don`t need no needle, and I don`t need no pills.
And I don`t need no doctor to tell me how I feel.
Alright, you can keep the bill.

I been drinkin` poison and hopin` you`d fall ill.

So maybe I`m an angel and maybe I`m a thief.
Maybe I`m a beggar that you walk by on the street.
Alright, you cut off both my wings.
Sell me for a nickel. The devil`s gotta earn.
I don`t need no banker to tell me what I`m worth.
It`s alright. Some folks they never learn.
You`re eating fire and you`re praying I get burnt.

Papa always warned me, \"Careful who you trust.
Kings - they build their castles with your blood.
It`s alright.They all just turn to dust.
So, let `em take your wallet. Let `em take your things.
You got your soul, boy and that`s all you need to sing.\"
Well alright then. Come on take everything.

Like stealin` flowers from the graves of the deceased.
They`re doin` nothin and takin` claim for everything.
Like getting married without payin` for the ring.

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