Ray Wylie Hubbard - The Way of the Fallen lyrics
[Ray Wylie Hubbard - The Way of the Fallen lyrics]
Down in Corpus Christi always around midnight
You'll find the devil limpin' along cause
His shoes is too tight
His hair's up in pigtails
His whiskers are in braids
He's talking about the promises he
Said God forgot He made
Oh the way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
Well the devil's drinking whiskey he
Asked me for a match
He lit up a Salem and said
My friends call me scratch
You people act so high and mighty
Thinking your God's pride and joy
You're just assembled from boxcars and
Put together like tinker toys
Well the devil's got a billy goat
And he feeds him marmalade
He comes from the world of the born
To the world of the made
His eyes is always bloodshot
He says he don't give a damn
He's mumbling that the world at large
Is just an elaborate scam
There's tears in the devils eyes
I ask what's the matter
He said "These damn religions are
Spreading like pancake batter"
Then he took off his shoes and
Said "Perhaps I should mention"
I prefer to die with a bottle of
Wine without the comfort of religion
There's tears in the devils eyes
I ask what's the matter
He said "These damn religions are
Spreading like pancake batter"
Then he took off his shoes and
Said "Perhaps I should mention"
I prefer to die with a bottle of
Wine without the comfort of religio
You'll find the devil limpin' along cause
His shoes is too tight
His hair's up in pigtails
His whiskers are in braids
He's talking about the promises he
Said God forgot He made
Oh the way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
The way of the fallen is hard
Well the devil's drinking whiskey he
Asked me for a match
He lit up a Salem and said
My friends call me scratch
You people act so high and mighty
Thinking your God's pride and joy
You're just assembled from boxcars and
Put together like tinker toys
Well the devil's got a billy goat
And he feeds him marmalade
He comes from the world of the born
To the world of the made
His eyes is always bloodshot
He says he don't give a damn
He's mumbling that the world at large
Is just an elaborate scam
There's tears in the devils eyes
I ask what's the matter
He said "These damn religions are
Spreading like pancake batter"
Then he took off his shoes and
Said "Perhaps I should mention"
I prefer to die with a bottle of
Wine without the comfort of religion
There's tears in the devils eyes
I ask what's the matter
He said "These damn religions are
Spreading like pancake batter"
Then he took off his shoes and
Said "Perhaps I should mention"
I prefer to die with a bottle of
Wine without the comfort of religio