Song | Fire Walk With Me |
Artist | Abel |
Album | Fire Walk With Me |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
White skin, black dress, take me to bed. | |
I thought the devil was a woman, but it’s all in my head. | |
I spent years as a sinner thinking I could make a case for holiness, | |
But I never did. | |
White hands, black wheels, taking me out. | |
Take me out of the fire and into the doubt. | |
I spent years as a coward thinking I could get away with promises. | |
That’s what I said. | |
Oh, the devil wants to drag my soul, drag my soul down to the lake of fire. | |
And I hate this town. | |
Everyone’s a liar and the men of God are busy sleeping around. | |
But they don’t want to hear it. | |
They don’t want to hear a sound. | |
Oh, the devil wants to drag my soul, drag my soul down to the lake of fire. | |
I’ll never change, no I’ll never change. | |
I play the lover, but I remain the same. | |
You’re not to blame, no you’re not to blame. | |
It’s just years of this battle’s been pulling me into the flame. |
White skin, black dress, take me to bed. | |
I thought the devil was a woman, but it' s all in my head. | |
I spent years as a sinner thinking I could make a case for holiness, | |
But I never did. | |
White hands, black wheels, taking me out. | |
Take me out of the fire and into the doubt. | |
I spent years as a coward thinking I could get away with promises. | |
That' s what I said. | |
Oh, the devil wants to drag my soul, drag my soul down to the lake of fire. | |
And I hate this town. | |
Everyone' s a liar and the men of God are busy sleeping around. | |
But they don' t want to hear it. | |
They don' t want to hear a sound. | |
Oh, the devil wants to drag my soul, drag my soul down to the lake of fire. | |
I' ll never change, no I' ll never change. | |
I play the lover, but I remain the same. | |
You' re not to blame, no you' re not to blame. | |
It' s just years of this battle' s been pulling me into the flame. |
White skin, black dress, take me to bed. | |
I thought the devil was a woman, but it' s all in my head. | |
I spent years as a sinner thinking I could make a case for holiness, | |
But I never did. | |
White hands, black wheels, taking me out. | |
Take me out of the fire and into the doubt. | |
I spent years as a coward thinking I could get away with promises. | |
That' s what I said. | |
Oh, the devil wants to drag my soul, drag my soul down to the lake of fire. | |
And I hate this town. | |
Everyone' s a liar and the men of God are busy sleeping around. | |
But they don' t want to hear it. | |
They don' t want to hear a sound. | |
Oh, the devil wants to drag my soul, drag my soul down to the lake of fire. | |
I' ll never change, no I' ll never change. | |
I play the lover, but I remain the same. | |
You' re not to blame, no you' re not to blame. | |
It' s just years of this battle' s been pulling me into the flame. |