Lately, lately we haven't been at our best And maybe, maybe we had it comin' for a long time Everybody hopes that life is like a dancer's pirouette With
ترجمه: قتل با مرگ. رانندگان شیطان گوش گوش.
ترجمه: Suzi Quatro. شیطان انداز گیت.
: Come forth for the cattle call Confront the evil river you can't control Wicked ways and venomous eyes Just human nature in disguise Lost in this world
before you lose control Head on the heartache Beware of the promises made Head on the heartache Steadfast on an early grave (Let them rot!) Deals with the Devil
: Dig Deep, Dig in Deeper You go where only fools fear to tread you'll find devices to kill your master why not kill your maker instead Leave it to the
: There's nothing wrong With what you do and what you say There's nothing wrong Pure will will get you through Why can't you see you're in my way Your
: I Do declare, there's something in the air Im burning the candle at both ends Bitter betrayals, skeleton keys Houses to haunt, well its alright by
: Lights on but no one's home I should've left you alone You can't stand the heat,you're all alone YEEAAAA!!! Horseshoes & Hand Grenades Coulda,woulda
: She brings me nails and turpentine All of this time the girl was mine I am in love like a rusted dog All of the time my head in the fog Cats in the
: Solemn roads and the paths least chosen walking miles when the ground is frozen selling souls that aren't yours to give some must go so others may
's a Devil She's desire She's an Angel I'm on fire She's a Devil She's desire She's an Angel I'm on fire She's a Devil She's desire She's an Angel I
you better come quick This rotgut moonshine is making me sick Your Mama called the law they're gonna take me away Down so far even the Devil won't stay
can't drive away. And drive away. (hey) I can't get myself to drive away. (drive away) And drive away. (hey) I can't get myself to drive away. (hey)
If I had more time with you Things would surely change I'd make your problems fade If fate were different You'd be here Just know the past is through
Hell broke loose in Georgia and the Devil deals his cards And if you win you get this shiny fiddle made of gold And if you lose, the Devil gets your soul The devil
Lately, lately we haven't been at our best. And maybe, maybe we had it coming for a long time. Everybody hopes that life is like a dancer's pirouette
They say that thirteen is just a number A double agent funded in the secret of the hive And the workers and their lives All sweet and honeycombed A hunger
