| Downtown where no angels are found, we got our own underground
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| let me show you 'round
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| welcome yea sinners and saints, come see the king in restraints
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| the queen with his crown
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| Pure cry as we pass 'em on by, and you can look in our eyes
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| and see no signs of light
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| hang 'em high on the streetlights tonight, and there’s no losing the fight
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| we tie our nooses tight.
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| You can dance with the devil, but you must wait your turn
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| he’ll bring you to his level, so you can feel the burn…
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| get down, pass the bottle around
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| pray to the lord you don’t drown, and we can show you how
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| sluts twist through the smoke and the mist
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| so get your hand off your dick and I can show you how
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| hell bent, none of us heaven sent
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| around the fire we chant, so just walk on by
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| hold tight to your daughters tonight
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| cuz you know I’ll fuck 'em right, you know I damn well might…
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| You can dance with the devil, but you must wait your turn
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| he’ll bring you to his level, so you can feel the burn…
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| You can dance with the devil, but you must wait your turn
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| down south, all the rebels
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| are standing proud and firm
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| You can dance with the devil, but you must wait your turn
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| he’ll bring you to his level, so you can feel the burn… (x2)
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| You can dance with the devil, but you must wait your turn
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| down south, all the rebels
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| are standing proud and firm |