Devil in Mexico Songtext

von Murder by Death

Well I'll take two shots
Said the devil to the man
And layed 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
And talked through the night
Kept sippin his shine
Till the mornin light tumbled in through the shades
And as he started to go
I put three bullets in his back.

Well the devils bleedin crude oil
From a hole in his chest
And its panging on the bedpan
Drippin through the bedsheets
And all the businessmen
Are putting pails beneath his wounds
And pawin 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
Its 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

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 slivers of lead inside your food
He's the poison inside you
And you eat until you're full
And you eat until youre full
He lit the fires inside your belly
Full of medicine and whiskey
The aspirin, valium, codiene pills and silver rum

Someone say a hail mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out

Someone say a hail mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out

Someone say a hail mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out