Lyrics
Hey father, I can feel a
Fury in and out this home
In the hallway, voices say
Kill the things that you love the most
There's some space in the valley of the guards
Sign your name on the dotted line above
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Cause I was pretty fucking poor
Take your elevator up to your sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
I can see Central Park
Reflected in your eyes
But there's no passion, there's no spark
In the pupils nor the whites
Daddy's cool with a bullet 'tween his eyes
Momma too, she's played up for her crimes
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Cause I was pretty fucking poor
Take your elevator up to your sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
My home and my possessions, they rendered me a slave
So I set my heart free, I went home and blew it all away
The espresso machine drip, the plasma screen is playing
The hum of the V8 whip, baby go home blow it all away
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
Cause I was pretty fucking poor
Take your elevator up to your sky
I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
I sold my soul to the devil tonight
And I'm still pretty fucking poor
But my gun is fucking loaded
