Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Devil, Devil (Prelude: Princess of Darkness), artist - Eric Church.
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Devil, Devil (Prelude: Princess of Darkness) |
This town, she is a temptress |
A siren with gold eyes, she’ll cut you with her kindness |
She will lead you with her lies |
She’s been called a glistening devil |
She’s good at keeping score |
If you make it she’s your savior, if you don’t she’s a whore |
The roads to and from her heart are littered with grave souls |
They gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes |
Sure we’ve all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy and Bobby Bares |
She’d smiled on the Johnny’s, the Merle’s and the Music Row millionaires |
Like a beacon she goes seeking seed, her loins so fertile |
To a free man she’s a prison, to a caged one she’s a fire |
She’s the reason there’s a «Sunday Morning Coming Down» |
«I Saw The Light», «A Boy Named Sue», «He Stopped Loving Her Today» |
«The Pill» and «16th Avenue» |
The Ryman, oh, she’s a diamond in the crown of that wicked queen |
She was Roy Acuff’s castle and Elvis Presley’s broken dream |
It’s not all bad it’s not all dark it’s not all gloom and crass |
But to find gold in this silver mine it does take balls of brass |
For she’s seen 'em come and seen 'em go |
And came herself a time or two |
No matter how satisfied her screams sound she always wants someone new |
The next him or them or her or all with stamina to last the night |
To be a star in this lady’s town, you can fuck or you can fight |
You see, it all comes down to money |
Not romantic art of days gone past |
If you forget that rule, you can bet your backside she will bury it in your ass |
A tramp, a slut, a bitch, a mutt, a thousand pawn shop guitars |
A nasty little needle to a vein that feeds a singer’s heart |
She lurks in friendly shadows; |
but she’s a junky with a limp |
The agents are her bookie and the labels are her pimp |
I’ll tell you a well-known secret of a tiny place known far and wide |
The devil walks among us folks and Nashville is his bride |
Of all the chaos he has caused, and done |
His greatest trick is to every guitar-totin' dreamer |
The devil don’t exist… but me, I shook his hand |
And I know that he is real |
So devil, you can go screw yourself, and then go straight to hell |