Lyrics Bad Rhyme - The Wanton Bishops

Bad Rhyme

I got a mojo, got a black cat bone,
To keep you away you rolling stone,
It’s true, it’s you
From the hills of California to New Orleans,
I run away but you got a hold on me,
It’s true, it’s you
Now the devil may take my soul,
Soul,
Now the devil may take my soul,
Soul, soul,
Now the devil may take my soul,
Dance with me a last rock n roll,
I wish I had a dime for every time I heard this bad rhyme
Remember the cries, remember the smiles,
The weary grin, all the lies and ali,
It’s true, it’s you
Like pointy spines on a flower,
First it was sweat then a little too sour,
It’s true, it’s you,
Now the devil may take my soul,
Soul,
Now the devil may take my soul,
Soul, soul,
Now the devil may take my soul,
Bring you back to me a last rock n roll,
I wish I had a dime for every time I heard this bad rhyme
Now shake baby shake baby shake now
Now the devil may take my soul,
Bring you back to me a last rock n roll,
I wish I had a dime for every time I heard this bad rhyme.