come the blues The thirteenth of any time, powered by fools I can see 'em comin' Wearing a blue armoured coat You're sittin' here with your violins Hittin
the big floppy boot stomped down into the ground 'n the red violin took the bow to do the hoodoo hoe-down 'n the red violin took the bow for to do the
you pray for me i'll pray for you and cash flow too, why not? It was a black wedding, you could hear the organs not, The violins or the words the
in a shack - at the crossroads Little kids sellin crack - at the crossroads (?) stab you in the back - at the crossroads Everybodies gettin jacked at the crossroads Violins
, You're the devil's child Burn in the night, You're the devil's child They say the devil is here tonight Then let him play his violin so wild Higher
me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin! Get the bow going! Let it scream to me: Violin! Violin! Violin
the embassy Give infanticide a cemetary You looked so good on the late night news With your curtain and your deed Yeah, I love you like a violin I'll
I'm living right in the midst of a fire pit The gang banging and the violence is the sweetest song In a room with the heart of a violin Don't violate
Look over yonder here comes the blues... I can see ?em comin? Wearing a blue armoured coat... You?re sittin? there with your violins Hittin? wrong notes
waltz in CHORUS ONE: now this love is a ghost, for having played host to the most unoriginal sin at the wedding we smiled while some devil played wild violin
't pack it in don't pack it in don't pack it in. The Devil wears a red cap, and dances with a cane A pocket full 'o' morphine and a golden violin Enticing
's afraid of me Thirsty gazer Fraidy stare Father empty Are you there? Now you see me Now you shout The de the de the de the de the de The devil let
but I'm the muhfucka. My fucka's, This the last supper. Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer. I don't dare lover, I'm a dare devil I don't fear nothin'.
them what they need to heal these wounds. Their lungs, filled with guilt, hold up the walls they built. You're just a symphony made up of violins, that