| The old devils are at it again.
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| Who knows what they’ll do.
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| And its true right now like it was back then.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| From behind these bars the view don’t change.
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| Desperation, death and despair.
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| From what little I hear of the outside world.
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| Well its not to different out there.
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| And they tell me there’s a war without no end.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| They died by the millions, children, women and men.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| When I say devils, you know who I mean.
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| These animals in the dark.
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| Malicious politicians with nefarious schemes.
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| Charlatans and crooked cops.
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| Moonshine still gets you five to ten.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| Stripes on your back and a ball and chain.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| Two men stare out of prison bars.
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| Wondering what got um here.
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| One saw mud but the other saw stars.
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| Praying that the end is near.
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| The billboard outside says confess your sins.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| I guess I will confess that I’ve been suffering.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| I said the old devils are at it again.
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| Who knows what they’ll do.
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| And its true right now like it was back then.
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| The old devils are at it again.
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| I said the old devils are at it again. |