Devil’s Son-Audiences
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,
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...