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- - - DOWN MURDER ROAD - - -
Inside my hearse, go for a ride
To the graveyard down murder road
Beyond the moon, the dead of night
Hope you brought your shovel
Because I sold my soul
Fuck, yeah!
Baby's lipstick tastes like nightshade
And her flesh smells like Autumn leaves
Leather is tight like from the grave
Play me some devil tunes
I want to hear you scream
Dig down deep the soil is hard
Harder than the flip of the devil's card
As one in the tomb, we can slowly bleed
I see you feeling frisky, baby, bleed on me
Thirteen black candles, dancing flame
Sipping whiskey pouring like blood
My black angel, why don't you pray?
Where's your goddamn Jesus?
Hell, I will be your God
Shit, yeah!
Pentagrams tattooed on your skin
Offerings to the gods below
You're spread out, now, dripping with sin
Sodom your Gomorrah
You're swinging on a pole
Grind down deep the flesh is hard
Harder than the turn of the devil's card
As one on display, we can surely bleed
I see you feeling frisky, baby, bleed on me
Your infection
Is perfection
When your complexion
Calls for dissection
There's no objection
Add to collections
Of affections
Grind down deep the flesh is hard
Harder than the turn of the devil's card
As one on display, we can surely bleed
I see you feeling frisky, baby, bleed on me
Dig down deep the soil is hard
Harder than the flip of the devil's card
As one in the tomb, we can slowly bleed
I see you feeling frisky, baby, bleed on me
Fuck, yeah!
(c) 2016 Frank Green
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