Had a conversation with the Devil
He said that he don’t see no evil
I said hey there Jack
Take a walk around the track
In my shoes
I bet you’ll give em back
Said hey there Mr. Beelzebub
Been south so long that “huh” don’t see the trouble
Said hey there slim
Can’t you see the shape we’re in?
In this town
Aint no way to win
Chorus:
Get up off your thrown
Gonna throw you a bone
Got earthquakes and floods
Disease poisoning our blood
Get up off your chair
The real hell is up there
Better listen up now Mr. Fallin
Can’t you hear the people now they’re callin?
Sayin hey there Lou
We come to stay with you
So make room
We’ll bring the kiddies too
Better listen up now Prince of Darkness
What’s goin on down here, hell we could care less
I said hey there Red
Get the garbage out your head
And wake up
We’d rather be here instead
Chorus:
Is this your master plan?
It’s more like Disneyland
It’s an E ticket ride
We’re commin down the slide
Where the grass is much more green
This is a happenin scene……..
Outro: (spoken)
Talk about your…… fire and brimstone
Hell….It’s more like Club Med here
Throw a little water on them hot rocks boy
Go get me a beer……..bitch
Copyright 2006 Gin Piston
Written by Greg Steveson & Paul Roth
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