We all bleed into the sky and you and me we all run dry
can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I wont back down Oh no I wont back down Oh no Cadillacs, Coupe Devilles
, your watered down hip hop Rap's so out of shape and far from tip top Pearls next to pebbles, spoons against shovels Dictators next to rebels and Gods against devils
do what they do, what they do, what they do Livin' the life of limos and lights, airplanes and trains Short days and long nights Keyboards and mics, bass chords
bring him when I walk Me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh Me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords
bleak I was twice removed from yesterday, but halfway through next week Well I tuned into the radio and flipped across the dial I was searching for the missing chord
Love endures, it clings away When asked to leave, it begs to stay Like the perfect song at imperfect times It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes
forever, remember In the end time waits for no man, what's your plan? No time for looking back, it's done You ever chant with the rebels, dance with the devils
can stand, and all of your life will be made Everyone should come and dig Christopher Tracy's piano The chord strikes, devil no like, runs to his evil
were the Baltic Sea and I were a cup(uh-huh) *Talking* And I fell asleep behind the blue light of the MOESHA And as I drifted off, I heard C.C. Deville
Well I have stood upon the mountain I have seen the other side Wrestled with the devil I have wrestled with my pride Been down in the valley I have stood
gonna faint, shut the windows now and say my fucking name, I went back to my room to work on a new thing, Strum a chord and tell you what I want to say
meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil Cold, but they call me Lord Coked out, very paranoid Orgys in the morn When Three-6 is on the vocal chord Marijuana scorched
equal water, inhalers and mushrooms and we don't have cars, we have balloons and we zoom through sound and the bass is astoundin' the snare plays square no roundin' major ninth chords
A figure rides the stars His steed a dragon red and gold His weapon a black guitar My fingers played like hellfire As I played the killing chord The
is united all things are untied perhaps we're boiling over inside they've been telling lies who's been telling lies? there are no angels there are devils
band with a couple of friends And we called ourselves The Devil's Playhouse Influences like Bruce and the Band And we'd sing and play simple 3-chord