Murder by Death - Devil in Mexico | Текст песни

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• Murder by Death
• 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.

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