The Devil. (c) Psychic Monkey. 2011
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You knew I was trouble from the start
But you took me...into you anyway
Devil's blood is toxic
But you licked my bleeding heart anyway.
My sweat raining on you like snowflakes
But you don't seem to mind.
Here's the devil who sells hearts
Like peanuts at a ball game
You know the devil's blood is toxic
But you drink it anyway.
[guitar solo]
My lap is the electric chair
But you can't stop yourself from sitting.
My dark eyes are poisonous chocolates
But you inhale them anyway.
My claws don't pierce but they'll leave marks you'll
never forget.
This fire you should never play with
But can you resist?
Staring down the barrel of a loaded gun
You're ever eager...fearless
Are you ready for the devil's tug?
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the devil's tug?
Are you ready?
Here's the devil who sells hearts
Like peanuts at a ball game
You know the devil's blood is toxic
But you drink it anyway.
You know the devil's tickle is pain
But you know you want it anyway.
Nobody's hurt
Nobody's crying
We laugh
Nobody feels
Noone needs to like this but you and me.
Nobody's hurt
Nobody's crying.
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