"These lyrics are imagined from two viewpoints. The first is God as he sits on his front porch giving his old buddy Lucifer a hard
time for double-crossing him. The other is from the dark lord himself. He realizes that he f****d up, and he's got to hit the road. Oscar
Hernandez and Lee Brintnall provided clap track. Killer claps... the best."
The devil and me had a falling out.
Violation of
contract beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Wherever he go, whomever he meet.
He got to cross my house on the other side of the
street.
And you know thats the truth. Now heres the part that the devil sings while hes
hanging his head in a hard rain:
Where Im
headed, I dont know.
Down this path, we all go.
Grace and luck, blood from stone.
Got nowhere to call my home.
What comes
around goes around three-fold or more.
Now you cant get off of that killing floor.
Im going back to Tennessee, back where I come
from.
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
The devil and me, bad blood and beef.
An undisciplined child, a
liar and a thief.
Its a low down shame, we were the best of friends.
But I suppose all good things got to come to an end.
What
comes around goes around three-fold or more.
Now you cant get off of that killing floor.
Im going back to Tennessee, back where I
come from.
Gonna head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
Im going back to Tennessee, back where I come from.
Gonna
head back to Beale Street, Beale Street and Oblivion.
Gotta get off of that killing floor.
