Tekst Utworu

Pretty little devil, liar deceiver False prophet, blood wicked, ain't no preacher I feel the devil all around ya purgin' The devils all around ya feel him lurkin' Pretty little devil, liar and cheater A cold-hearted blood suckin' little leacher Oh, I shouldn't move You're no good for me Our blood, bleed it all the same, baby, I already know Tell me that you love me, baby, I know that you don't Lightin' up a cigarette and, baby, I don't even smoke Drivin' 90 down the highway just to see how fast I go (oh-oh-oh, oh) Monster, oh, you turned me to a monster Lord protect me from the wicked Monster, oh, you turned me to a monster Lord protect me from the wicked Let me let 'em know your name Let me let 'em know your pain Sacrifices you made Won't let 'em be in vain Lord, it's your world we're just spinnin' in Lord, it's your world we're just livin' in Don't you tell me how to feel, I'ma feel my way Yahweh died on the cross, rose on the third day Lord, it's your world we're just spinnin' in Lord, it's your world we're just livin' in Bless those you cursed Bless those you hurt Death to your sin Gather the church Oh-oh-oh, oh Oh-oh-oh, oh Yeah
Writer(s): Luke Allan Hastings, Shaya Zamora Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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