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Listen to The Devil Makes Three by The Devil Makes Three
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cooper McBean
Cooper McBean
Acoustic Guitar
Lucia Turino
Lucia Turino
Upright Bass
Pete Bernhard
Pete Bernhard
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pete Bernhard
Pete Bernhard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Christian Dwiggins
Christian Dwiggins
Mastering Engineer
Gary Martin
Gary Martin
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen Stealing anything the eye could see Said gather 'round you people, anything you need Keep my name on your lips And put the word out on the street And I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone Wander 'til I can't remember my own home Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone 'Til that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home Well he never ever smiled But he always seemed pleased Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees I see the game and the game it sees me We will dance until they bury me I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns Screaming all my enemies you'll all have your turn The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts The more I move on the more I am sure That I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone Wander 'til I can't remember my own home Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone 'Til that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home
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