The Devil Makes Three

for good again - the devil makes three gather around you people now to the tale that i tell about the last time my friend moved he decided to move to hell they call it creslawn california down there usa for god and his wisdom burned it down one beaut

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road Pedal to the metal always did what I was told Till I found out that my brand new clothes Came second hand from the rich kids next door Well, I grew up fast, I guess I grew up mean There's a thousand things inside

Someone left a child and did not even care Before the first shots of the battle here had even pierced the air They run now like them children to those arms of mother earth To pretend as if there was a day before their very birth Me, I just grab these