Letras:
He Devils

: The concept of fashion is the one to blame: painting the portrait of conviction-less existence. well, it must be difficult being so gorgeous. claiming

: Quede ahogado entre tus muslos y tu miel Quede danado cuando te fuiste con el Quede tan solo que he perdido la razon Cai en tu fuego y esta quemando

of the wood, The maidens chained and whipped within a dreary dungeon - And, lo! 'twixt the wizen roses a mossy grave: "The Devil is as Black as he Painteth

: Warlord is on the top Warlord is the master no one can stop him from gettin?more nad more power He gets into the ghetto hides round the corner His

After the peacock oh no The baton is pink and it's clear: He is a queer He likes it into his rear Rumors arise he is from outerspace THey're out for the

other side may hold a lot to see He's gonna take you over And then he'll name the fare Oh you gamble with the devil, fool The ferryman is me Come

: [Sammet/Ludwig] Into a place of darkness He was born to live alone He's got one big desire One day he'd get the crown Hey, Devil come on help me now

been a good day in hell And tomorrow I'll be glory bound Higher, She can keep you loaded, Feedin' you whiskey and wine Fire, The devil's on the phone, he

up butt ass naked inside a Villa Horn with me (uh) I got a ziplock the killer grown with me I hit it as Bobby and let me fill up on Whitney (uh) Justin a prob give us like he