Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Steven Barry
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steven Barry Cohen
Songwriter
Mitchell Stuts
Songwriter
Lyrics
Devil’s Line © 2023 Steven Barry & Jon Stars
They set out on a quest, to find the sacred gold
Two unlikely pirates, the young one and the old
Yeah, there was a curse, but turn back they wouldn’t do
“The end will justify the means, we want what we are due”
Grass is never greener in an ocean of regrets
Pain’s an empty bottle filled with half smoked cigarettes
Fortune can’t bring solace, while you drink it like some wine
The grass will not be greener when you tow the Devil’s line
The deed is signed in blood when you cross the Devil’s line
Skies went black, storms would rage, the young boy tried to kill
The old man fleeing with their map, as his lantern took a spill
It seems they crossed a line from which you don’t return
And fear was in their eyes as they watched each other burn
Grass is never greener in an ocean of regrets
Pain’s an empty bottle filled with half smoked cigarettes
Fortune can’t bring solace, while you drink it like some wine
The grass will not be greener when you tow the Devil’s line
The deed is signed in blood when you cross the Devil’s line
BRIDGE
It might have been a dream, still I looked into that mirror
The young one and the old guy were the parts of me, I feared
Did I still feel the anger from a wound that never healed?
It’s only at the Devil’s line our true self is revealed
Devil’s Line © 2023 Steven Barry & Jon Stars
They set out on a quest, to find the sacred gold
Two unlikely pirates, the young one and the old
Yeah, there was a curse, but turn back they wouldn’t do
“The end will justify the means, we want what we are due”
Grass is never greener in an ocean of regrets
Pain’s an empty bottle filled with half smoked cigarettes
Fortune can’t bring solace, while you drink it like some wine
The grass will not be greener when you tow the Devil’s line
The deed is signed in blood when you cross the Devil’s line
Skies went black, storms would rage, the young boy tried to kill
The old man fleeing with their map, as his lantern took a spill
It seems they crossed a line from which you don’t return
And fear was in their eyes as they watched each other burn
Grass is never greener in an ocean of regrets
Pain’s an empty bottle filled with half smoked cigarettes
Fortune can’t bring solace, while you drink it like some wine
The grass will not be greener when you tow the Devil’s line
The deed is signed in blood when you cross the Devil’s line
BRIDGE
It might have been a dream, still I looked into that mirror
The young one and the old guy were the parts of me, I feared
Did I still feel the anger from a wound that never healed?
It’s only at the Devil’s line our true self is revealed
Written by: Mitchell Stuts, Steven Barry Cohen
