Gun Barrel - Dear Mr. Devil | Текст песни

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• Gun Barrel
• Dear Mr. Devil

Four ugly motherfuckers

Pissing gasoline

Sworn to rock 'n' roll

Through thick and thin

Hellraiser maniacs

This tune is for you

Bang your head

And shake your fist

If you don't know what to do

We don't need no Cadillacs

No silver and no gold

All we need is to play it loud

Out on the road

The taste of dirt and sweat and tears

Is what we feeding on

This is what it's all about

We're rocking on

Hey - Mr Devil

We've got some wicked souls on sale

Listen up you hounds of hell

This devil - dude ain't bad

He gave us blues and rock 'n' roll

So we can bang our heads

Sure this ain't no breaking news

I guess that you agree

We've heard before that hell

Ain't such a real bad place to be

We don't need no house or boats

No cages made of gold

All we want is to play it loud

Out on the road

We don't need no gourmet dining

It's dirt we're feeding on

Man that's what it takes for rocking on

Hey - Mr Devil

We've got some wicked souls on sale

Hey - Mr Devil

This truly is a bargain

The contract is in your mail

Dear Mr Devil, we hope this finds you well

Find enclosed our contract of hell

Take it or leave it

The choice is up to you

But don't forget the pay when it's due

We don't need no house or boats

No cages made of gold

All we want is to play it loud

Out on the road

The taste of dirt and sweat and tears

Is what we're feeding on

This is what it's all about

We're rocking on

Hey - Mr Devil

We've got some wicked souls on sale

Hey - Mr Devil

This truly is a bargain

The contract is in the mail

This truly is a bargain

Ooh - Mr Devil

Check your fucking mailbox man

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