The Devil Makes Three – Working Man’s Blues
They say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
Well they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
I don’t care what time it is
I want what’s mine and not what’s his
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
They say there’s not near enough here to go around
They say there’s not near enough here to go around
I don’t mind sharin‘ bread and supper
But when it comes to tobacco it’s each man’s own
And if you brought your own bottle,
Come on and sit right down
Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Yeah sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Don’t go home and slash your wrists
Come out fightin‘ with both your fists
I know you don’t believe me,
But things sure could turn around
Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before
Sometimes I get to movin‘ and I fall down flat
You know you I took a beatin‘ but I ain’t dyin‘ yet
Something keeps me gettin‘ up and coming back for more
Well they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
Yeah they say times are gettin‘ hard on a workin‘ man
I don’t care what time it is
I want what’s mine and not what’s his
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
Those Poor Bastards – Satan is watching (full album)
Goddamn Gallows – Y’all Motherfuckers Need Jesus
Ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
better end your wicked ways
well you know that he’s comin‘
and you’re gonna be runnin‘
when we’re at the end of days
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
put you deep down in the hole
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
I see satan in your eyes
well I see you standin‘ there
in your fancy clothes
don’t you know that you’re gonna die
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but the devil’s in your soul
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
whether if you’re rich or poor
well you know he’s gonna spite you
cuz you’re such a motherfucker
and he don’t like you no more
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but you keep your bible closed
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
would he ever lie to me
well he don’t like evil
and he don’t like sinnin‘
and he don’t like sodomy
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but you keep your bible closed
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
would he ever lie to me
well he don’t like evil
and he don’t like sinnin‘
and he don’t like sodomy
ya’ll motherfuckers need jesus
but the devil’s in your soul
the father, the son, and the holy ghost!
Blues Saraceno – Dogs of War
Hear the devil callin, hear the devil callin
When I hear the devil callin‘ God will pay him for what he’s do
I can’t stop the Dogs of War, I can’t stop the Dogs of War
See the fields burnin, see the fields burnin‘
When I see the fields burnin cause
hell is coming through
I can’t stop the Dogs of War, I can’t stop the dogs of war
Feel the river risin, feel the river risin
When I feel the river risin devil coming up from you
I can’t stop the Dogs of war
The Goddamn Gallows – 7 Devils
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
He laughs as he leads you astray
In Satan’s arms he told me that he stays
He has a blackened heart
As he wallows in the dark
And forever he’ll be searchin‘ for the day
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
Them blue skies are turning into grey
A boxcar full of souls is on its way
We’ll ride the rails til dawn
And your soul will now belong
To the devil, well I guess you should have prayed
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
If you cross the gates while sleeping on the floor
Leavin‘ all your worries at the door
God left you all alone
I see the devil on his throne
Now these dirty worn out roads, they are my home
Old Mr. Shadow, Old Mr. Rain
7 devils callin‘, Whispering my name
Old Mr. Shallow, Old Mr. Vain
Tryin‘ to outrun you, On a graveyard train
He laughs as he leads you astray
In Satan’s arms he told me that he stays
He has a blackened heart
As he wallows in the dark
And forever he’ll be searchin‘ for the day
The Devil makes Three – The Bullet
Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen
Stealing anything the eye could see
Said gather ‚round you people, anything you need
Keep my name on your lips
And put the word out on the street
And I will rob ‚til my fingers they are down to the bone
Wander ‚til I can’t remember my own home
Drink ‚til I don’t know the meaning of alone
‚Til that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
Well he never ever smiled
But he always seemed pleased
Said I’ll never live down upon my bended knees
I see the game and the game it sees me
We will dance until they bury me
I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns
Screaming all my enemies you’ll all have your turn
The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts
The more I move on the more I am sure
That I will rob ‚til my fingers they are down to the bone
Wander ‚til I can’t remember my own home
Drink ‚til I don’t know the meaning of alone
‚Til that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
‚Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies
That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
Highlonesome – Devil at my door
Well all around my bedside spirits like vultures wait well all inside, inside my mind mass graves of all hope sleeps mass graves of all hope sleeps And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay clear no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around my tired eyes galivants in your poison words as the slither of a serpent
he’s a snake in the grass coming on and moving fast
coming on and moving fast And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down Well all around these muddy streets skeletons and safety sun goes down, it’s sinning time moving down that old crooked line moving down that old crooked line And the devil is at my door can’t stall him, stay away no oh oh by his side now, I’ve been running round‘ yes it just goes to show god, no he’ll never settle down settle down
Sons of Perdition – Blood In The Valley
The sick of the fold turn their backs on the flock
To wander the wasteland so grim.
They pray to false idols of wood, gold and rock
When they ought to raise voices to Him.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
They poison the wells with their venomous lies.
The crops in the fields turn to coal.
Like a gangrenous limb on the body of Christ,
Their stain brings Hell on the whole.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
(Screaming angry crazy preacher voice: “Satan is among us tonight, friends! Can you see the fire? Can you see the brimstone? Get down on your knees! Get down on your knees and crawl like the filthy beasts you have become! Back into the pits! Back into the caves! Put the bible to your head and pull the trigger! The Lord requests, and so he shall receive! Glory! Yeah! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! This valley will flood with your hypocrite blood! Fuck you, Satan. Fuck you, Satan!”)
The moon of the harvest is steeped in red hue,
And from the mouth of the valley, no sound.
The dregs on the ground pay the Devil his due
As he lights on that pale sunken mound.
The blood in the valley is Thine Lord, not mine,
So guide my hook and hand as I reap from the vine.
The faithful up front and the sinners behind
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
O Lord, let Thy glory shine.
