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The Devil Makes Three

come on downto where those tracks cross high street you gonna watch the whole world go insane see the lighters hit the rocks in the bushes like the stars

I'll be goin out tonight I don't care what I do I'll wake up in the mornin And I'm beaten black and blue I'ma feel tomorrow like a worn down pair of shoes

Well I been thinking the paint off these walls Watching every single aspiration this fall Why can't it be like it is in my dreams Where I fly through

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road Pedal to the metal always did what I was told Till I found out that my brand new clothes Came second hand from

Well you walk around this town like it's holy land you got good lookin friends, you're a sharp dressed man Been gettin' big makin' me look small, it don

I know you can see that demon as he rests in his towers on high makin us run after his pennies most of our lives there ain't nothing we can do now cause

You're mumbling words but I can't hear anymore you're totally entertained but I am absolutely bored to the sharks with your conversation see what they

He grew up in a one horse town, wasn't much to do since all the bars had closed down. He'd stare up to the stars sometimes when no one was around, and

pretty to be givin' it cheap That's why she's makin' six figures workin' three days a week Yeah, she'd even break a promise in the promised land She didn't make