The Devil in Mexico - Murder By Death

«Well, I’ll take two shots,» said the Devil to the man

And laid a little book on the bar

Well Lord knows the Devil, and he only talks shit

And only drinks whiskey from the jar

And his hands were raw and his eyes were cold

And his breath was pure alcohol

And the sound of his voice, it never got old

And he talked and talked and talked through the night

Kept sipping his 'shine 'til the morning light

Tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go

I put three bullets in his back

Well the Devil’s bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest

And its panging on the bedpan, dripping through the bed sheets

And all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds

And pawning the oil at the market

Well his heart ain’t made of nothing but piss and vinegar

And his boots have trampled more than you would know

And his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill

It’s so fucking cold in here since you brought in the snow

Black heart leaking oil in the pan

Dealing insults with his free hand

In this hospital bed bleeding

Black heart, you shot the plan to hell

And the apathy ate you up inside

Black heart leaking oil in the pan

Dealing insults with his free hand

In this hospital bed bleeding

Black heart, you shot the plan to hell

And the apathy ate you up inside

Like slivers of lead inside your food

He’s the poison inside you

And you eat until you’re full

And you eat until you’re full

He lit the fires inside your belly

Full of medicine and whiskey

The aspirin, Valium, codeine pills, and silver rum

Someone say a Hail Mary for this house

Bless the corners and burn the devil out

Someone say a Hail Mary for this house

Bless the corners and burn the devil out

Someone say a Hail Mary for this house

Someone say a Hail Mary for this house

Someone say a Hail Mary for this house

Someone say a Hail Mary for this house