Wax - Devil lyrics
[Wax - Devil lyrics]
Talk is cheap, screamin's cheaper
I don't wanna hear a peep
Out of your freakin' yapper
Time is of the essence
Never been a freak of nature
Who didn't end with listening to
The grim reaper's laughter
Wrote a message to the devil
On a paper napkin
Was a question that he said
Nobody'd ever asked him it read
If we all gotta die
Don’t the devil gotta die too?
And how long must I
Survive to out-survive you?
They say that sleep is 'kin to dying
Dreaming must have been the first time
That they seen them angels flying
Life's as sturdy as a
Dandelion which is about
As sturdy as them buildings were on 9 11
I often wonder how them angels
Spend their time in heaven
And are they marked with tattoo
Needles or with branding irons?
Is there a prison above
Heaven even more prestigious?
Tell 'em to swear upon the bible
Before I ask of Jesus
Death is deep below the surface
Underwater, 'bout to breach
It's like the freakin' slowest porpoise
Void of purpose
The soul is Satan's oldest purchase
That says it's necessary since he
Sold himself as a serpent
Tons of gold and cattle merchants
Out at your favorite places of worship
Easily lead the sheep to pasture
Look at the grass, don't it look fantastic?
Can't we cork that porpoise blow
Hole with some plastic?
I think that we can patch it
If we all believe in magic, hey
If we all gotta die
Don't the devil gotta die too?
And how long must I
Survive to out-survive you?
I don't wanna hear a peep
Out of your freakin' yapper
Time is of the essence
Never been a freak of nature
Who didn't end with listening to
The grim reaper's laughter
Wrote a message to the devil
On a paper napkin
Was a question that he said
Nobody'd ever asked him it read
If we all gotta die
Don’t the devil gotta die too?
And how long must I
Survive to out-survive you?
They say that sleep is 'kin to dying
Dreaming must have been the first time
That they seen them angels flying
Life's as sturdy as a
Dandelion which is about
As sturdy as them buildings were on 9 11
I often wonder how them angels
Spend their time in heaven
And are they marked with tattoo
Needles or with branding irons?
Is there a prison above
Heaven even more prestigious?
Tell 'em to swear upon the bible
Before I ask of Jesus
Death is deep below the surface
Underwater, 'bout to breach
It's like the freakin' slowest porpoise
Void of purpose
The soul is Satan's oldest purchase
That says it's necessary since he
Sold himself as a serpent
Tons of gold and cattle merchants
Out at your favorite places of worship
Easily lead the sheep to pasture
Look at the grass, don't it look fantastic?
Can't we cork that porpoise blow
Hole with some plastic?
I think that we can patch it
If we all believe in magic, hey
If we all gotta die
Don't the devil gotta die too?
And how long must I
Survive to out-survive you?