| Though I’ve walked down a crooked path
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| That don’t mean it wasn’t cursed
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| My feeble heart was filled with wrath
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| My poison mind with thoughts perverse
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| And the devil is living my basement
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| I’m trying hard to hide him from my wife
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| And I know some day I’m gonna have to face him
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| But for now I keep my secrets with the night
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| As I breeze through this windy city
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| The devil he now rides upon my back
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| And all the boys here look mighty pretty
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| I need a fix and Lord I need it fast
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| I let my house guests rest in my crawl space
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| Don’t let anyone tell you that I’m a bad host
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| I take cover behind my white face paint
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| While I battle my bitter father’s ghost
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| And by now the hounds have surely caught my scent
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| In just a short time I’m no longer free
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| Oh, Lord you know I would repent
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| But now the devil he speaks for me
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| And the icy needle kisses my veins
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| As I kiss my dear sister goodbye
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| Now as I descend into the final flames
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| It’s my turn to die |