| We can do this all the harder way
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| Trade your bible for the witchcraft
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| Shed your body like the snake skin
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| Cause you’re filthy like the swamp rat
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| One day, some day
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| Gonna show you the power
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| Drink your sickness
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| Like the rain down a sewer drain
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| And the Devil been suckin' on my soul
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| Just the Devil, is all
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| Got stench that stinks like sulfur
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| And blood forced through your pores
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| Not bad when you’re numb to the horror
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| Gonna meet me when I’m dead and cold
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| You can kneel down to Baphomet
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| Pull the magic from his left hand
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| Or rely upon your faith heal
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| But your hope ain’t gonna come back
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| Some day, one day
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| In the darkest of hours
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| Feel your sickness
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| In your brain like a coup de main
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| And the Devil been suckin' on my soul
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| Just the Devil, is all
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| Got stench that stinks like sulfur
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| And blood forced through your pores
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| Not bad when you’re numb to the horror
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| Gonna meet me when I’m dead and cold
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| Fire in the heaven
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| Naked in the rubble
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| Darkness in the morning
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| Flying in the thunder
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| God will bring us under
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| Coughing underwater
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| Power’s in my finger
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| Pig is in the main house
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| Laying in the shadows
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| Waiting for the signal
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| Taking down the minnow
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| Ripping apart the whale
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| Cloud is getting bigger
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| Night is getting longer
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| Days are getting colder
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| Bones are getting rubbery
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| Lay down
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| Lay down for the Devil
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| Lay down
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| Lay down for the Devil
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| Got stench that stinks like sulfur
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| And blood forced through your pores
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| Not bad when you’re numb to the horror
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| Gonna meet me when I’m dead and cold
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| My momma dun told me you’re the Devil
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| Just the Devil, is all |