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Though I've walked down a crooked path |
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Then don't mean it wasn't cursed |
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My feeble heart was filled with wrath |
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My poison mind with thoughts perverse |
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And the devil is living my basement |
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I'm trying hard to hide him from my wife |
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And I know some day |
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I'm gonna have to face him |
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But for now |
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I keep my secrets with the night |
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As I breathe through this windy city |
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The devil he now rides upon my back |
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And all the boys here look mighty pretty |
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I need to fix and |
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Lord I need it fast |
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I let my house guests rest in my crawl space |
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Don't let anyone tell you that |
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I'm a bad host |
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I take cover behind my white face paint |
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While I battle my bitter father's ghost |
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Uhuu, uhuu, uhuu! |
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And by now the hounds have surely caught my scent |
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In just a short time |
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I'm no longer free |
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Oh, Lord you know |
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I would repent |
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But now the devil he speaks for me |
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And the icy needle kisses my veins |
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As I kiss my dear sister goodbye |
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Now as I descend into the final flames |
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Is my turn to die |
