Murder By Death - The Devil In Mexico | Текст песни

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• Murder By Death
• The Devil In Mexico

Well I'll take two shots said the devil to the man

and layed a little book on the bar

well lord knows the devil he only talks shit

and only drinks whiskey from the jar

and his hands were raw and his eyes were cold

and his breath was pure alcohol and the sound of his voice it never got old

and he talked and talked and talked through the night

kept sippin his shine till the mornin' light

tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go

i put three bullets in his back.

well the devils bleedin' crude oil from a hole in his chest

and its panging on the bedpan drippin through the bedsheets

and all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds

and pawnin the oil at the market

well his heart ain't made of nothin but piss and vinegar

and his boots have trampled more than you would know

and his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill

its so fucking cold in here since you brought in the snow

Black heart leaking oil in the pan,

dealin' insults with his free hand

in this hospital bed bleedin'

Black heart you shot the plan to hell and the apathy ate you up inside

Like slivers of lead inside your food

he's the poison inside you

and you eat until you're full

and you eat until youre full

he lit the fires inside your belly full of medicine and whiskey

the aspirin, valium, codiene pills and silver rum

someone say a hail mary for this house

bless the corners and burn the devil out.