The Devil Always Wins


A lonely man with a drink n his hand
The Devil's on his mind
Though not as much
As the one he loved
Who he had to leave behind

He whispers sweet secrets of death and of life
Oh the Devils on his mind
Like "How hard could it be
To just feel free
Like a bird with no sense of time"

A lonely man with gun in his hand
Oh the devils on his mind
Just the pull of the trigger
Shit it'd be quicker
What a waste of a life

A smile a sinker
The warmth of the liquor
Opened the gates to hell
A lonely man with his heart in his hand
Burning with a picture of you

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