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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W Benton Oliver
Songwriter
Testi
Well yeah
We were stackin' mad cash and grabbin' fat ass, but I
Felt bad
Though our customers happy black magic's not exactly the
Best path
To true love, so to help that
The devil on my shoulder said "Love's for the broken
You're golden" like
Hell Yeah
So we were sellin' liquid heaven
Got the people hella laid
Everyone relaxed and smiling
Healthy flush up on they face
But society was crumbling
Everything had come unglued
Our dark love potion pact to blame
The Devil always gets his due
Yeah
Satan's no fool
Yeah
Me and Lester so successful
Flashy, trashy King Assholes
The army of Sex Zombies marching
Was starting to take its toll
Anarchy, apocalyptic
In the streets the fires grew
The end is nigh the clock tick, tick
The Devil always gets his due
Yeah
Satan's no fool
Yeah
And so we knew
Yeah
Our souls were doomed
Yeah
We wanted out of the deal
(Breach that shit)
Wanted to go back in time
(Repeat that shit)
Just forget the whole thing
(Delete that shit)
And get the Hell on with our lives
(Complete that shit)
So we called up our attorney
(What up dog?)
Said find a loophole, man
(Hell yeah)
He weren't afraid of the Inferno
(Hell no)
Said "Boys, I'll do what I can
Unholy litigation
In the Court of the Damned
We were the plaintiffs
Didn't stand a chance
Against Lord Satan
He took us by the hand
Into the Conflagration
Written by: W Benton Oliver
