| I tied the devil to the tracks
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| (can you hear the train coming?).
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| I served him papers with a seal from the governor.
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| The spoiler throwing voices, the vapors that they built this city on.
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| But he don’t write much for me anymore.
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| When we keep hell in our hearts,
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| We make no excuse for our genius.
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| So what’s my excuse now that hell has abandoned me?
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| I enticed the devil out with a bottle.
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| But maybe it was he who lured me out instead.
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| When we slept in penitent beds,
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| We awoke in the loving arms of attrition.
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| So what’s my excuse that hell isn’t courting me?
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| Give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon’s over.
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| Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
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| Condemned with you all.
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| Goddamn you all.
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| I marched across the muddied stream,
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| Illuminated from beneath.
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| The lock was picked with the church’s key we found on the belt of the veteran
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| To open bar tabs in the taverns assembled in levels by the damned and fanatic
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| for me.
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| We never loved ourselves so well as when we lusted after another.
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| We hummed along to electric guitars and the standard «whoa oh oh oh’s»
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| And we drank each other under the covers.
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| I eased the devil back with the throttle,
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| Because I’d rather live my life in regret than not take part in it.
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| If the devil don’t mind, well it’s alright with me.
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| So what do I do when the devil don’t notice me?
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| Give me the strength to be widowed now that the honeymoon’s over
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| Grant me the privileges saved for the sailors.
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| Condemned with you all.
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| Goddamn you all.
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| (And in my 27th year, I was dragged kicking and screaming into the
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| Light. |
| I looked at god in the face and I said, I said god I said, «I
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| Thought I was in heaven the whole time»)
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| I tied the devil to the tracks
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| (can you hear the train coming?)
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| And I tied the tracks in a lover’s knot around the finger of a beautiful girl.
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| I’ll keep hell if hell will have me. |