Murder by Death, Gerard Way - The Devil in Mexico lyrics
[Murder by Death, Gerard Way - The Devil in Mexico lyrics]
"Well, I'll take two shots
" said the Devil to the man
And laid a little book on the bar
Well Lord knows the Devil
And he only talks shit
And only drinks whiskey from the jar
And his hands were raw
And his eyes were cold
And his breath was pure alcohol
And the sound of his voice, it never got old
And he talked and talked and
Talked through the night
Kept sipping his 'shine till
The morning light
Tumbled in through the shades and
As he started to go
I put three bullets in his back
Well the Devil's bleeding crude oil from
A hole in his chest
And it's panging on the bedpan
Dripping through the bed sheets
And all the businessmen are putting
Pails beneath his wounds
And pawning the oil at the market
Well, his heart ain't made of
Nothing but piss and vinegar
And his boots have trampled more
Than you would know
And his breath has split open
The thermometer on the sill
It's so fucking cold in here since
You brought in the snow
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Like slivers of lead inside your food
He's the poison inside you
And you eat until you're full
And you eat until you're full
He lit the fires inside your belly
Full of medicine and whiskey
All the aspirin, Valium
Codeine pills and silver rum
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
" said the Devil to the man
And laid a little book on the bar
Well Lord knows the Devil
And he only talks shit
And only drinks whiskey from the jar
And his hands were raw
And his eyes were cold
And his breath was pure alcohol
And the sound of his voice, it never got old
And he talked and talked and
Talked through the night
Kept sipping his 'shine till
The morning light
Tumbled in through the shades and
As he started to go
I put three bullets in his back
Well the Devil's bleeding crude oil from
A hole in his chest
And it's panging on the bedpan
Dripping through the bed sheets
And all the businessmen are putting
Pails beneath his wounds
And pawning the oil at the market
Well, his heart ain't made of
Nothing but piss and vinegar
And his boots have trampled more
Than you would know
And his breath has split open
The thermometer on the sill
It's so fucking cold in here since
You brought in the snow
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Black heart leaking oil in the pan
Dealing insults with his free hand
In this hospital bed bleeding
Black heart, you shot the plan to hell
And the apathy ate you up inside
Like slivers of lead inside your food
He's the poison inside you
And you eat until you're full
And you eat until you're full
He lit the fires inside your belly
Full of medicine and whiskey
All the aspirin, Valium
Codeine pills and silver rum
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Bless the corners and burn the devil out
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house
Someone say a Hail Mary for this house