The Devil In Mexico Lyrics - Murder By Death

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"Well, I'll take two shots," said the Devil to the Man 

And laid a little book on the bar 

Well, Lord knows the Devil, he only talks shit 

And only drinks whiskey from the jar 

And his hands were raw 

And his eyes were cold 

And his breath was pure alcohol 

And the sound of his voice, it never got old 

And he talked and talked, talked through the night 

Just sippin' his shine 'til the morning light 

Stumbled into the shade and as he started to go 

I put three bullets in his back 

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Well, the Devil's bleedin' crude oil from a hole in his chest 

And it's pangin' on the bed pan, drippin' through the bedsheets 

And all the businessmen are puttin' pails beneath his wounds 

And pawnin' the oil at the market 

Well his heart ain't made of nothin' but piss and vinegar 

And his boots have trampled more than you would know 

And his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill 

It's so fucking cold in here since you brought in the snow 

Black heart leaking oil in the pan 

Dealin' insults with his free hand 

In this hospital bed bleedin' 

Black heart, you shot the plan to hell 

And the apathy ate you up inside 

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Black heart leaking oil in the pan 

Dealin' insults with his free hand 

In this hospital bed bleedin' 

Black heart, you shot the plan to hell 

And the apathy ate you up inside 

Like the slivers on lead inside your food 

He's the poison inside you 

And you eat until you're full 

And you eat until you're full 

He lit the fires inside your belly full of medicine and whiskey 

All the aspirin, Valium, Codeine pills, and silver rum 

Someone sail a Hail Mary for this house 

Bless the corners and burn the Devil out