the greatness of the crowd That waits beside the tracks They're leaving on that Devil's train And never coming back Oh Lord, please stop that Devil's train
asked 'Cause what you don't understand is I'd catch a grenade for ya Throw my hand on a blade for ya I'd jump in front of a train for ya You know I'
cremate, uh Move downtown, cop a sweet space, uh Livin' life like we won a sweepstakes, what? We headed to hell for heaven's sakes, huh? Well, I'ma levitate, make the devil
the little white church Take me down (Take me down) Take me down (Take me down) Take me down to the little white church Take me down You can't ride this gravy train
for me Goons spray for me I have em bring me your head on a tray for me Cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga I'm at your chest like a training bra Tune
hoo Fuck you dont take the elevator You're going down yo yo yo You're gonna die, on a cloud No fighting on the couch Hit by a train right in the face
If I wanted to I could do anything right I could dance with the devil on a Saturday night If I wanted to I could turn matches to gold I could smoke drink
place, a generation lost in space With no time left to start again So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 'cause fire is the devil
Momma killed the only dress Now she's longin' for the pines Watch my troubles all unwind Drinkin' gasoline and wine Catch a chill off the stove On the train
I was born in a hurricane Nothing to lose and everything to gain Ran before I walked, reaching for the top Out of control just like a runaway train I
roll I bought these devil chains My baby wants me home. Can't refuse him Sold my soul to rock 'n' roll It's time to take that train The one that goes
I bought these devil chains My baby wants me home, can't refuse him Sold my soul to rock and roll It's time to take that train The one that goes from
let the jism fly Yeah, yeah, yeah I was trained to fuck you, baby I, I, I, I was trained to fuck you, baby I, I, I was trained to fuck you, baby I, I
Matt dennis / tom adair Black cats creep across my path Until I'm almost mad I must have 'roused the devil's wrath 'cause all my luck is bad I make a
Mccormack and richard tauber are sitting by the bed There's a glass of punch below your feet and an angel at your head There's devils on each side of
