see the day god let men shake hands and aloud we meant to give birth is the day the devil stuck his flag in the ground declared it his turf and at night he goes to sleep but without cloths in his eye lids like a junky founded under the darks of conie island and he promises to speak the truth then he lies again
(corus) and aw it’s venomous yes, venomous yes and no but were talkin’ bout the devil but have you come to expect
(have you come to expect)
see there is some kind of outside but the sky has yet to tell us and it just keeps on rainin’ bricks and we’ve forgotten our umbrellas well i guess it’s hard to see the devil when he’s wearing face paint if you think you’ll see him soon your bound to get impatient you ain’t a saint cause you a sinner like us you see their aint no proof that god exists but in god we trust
(corus) venomous yes, venomous yes lord its so venomous venomous venomous ye no ous venomous yes, venomous yes lord its so ven o mous yes venomous yea yea yea
he was spotted yesterday somebody sound that alarm he was founded in his closet with a needle in his a a arm yea
(corus) venomous yes, venomous yes lord its so ven o mous yes venomous yes, ven o mous
Compositores: Trevor Jennings Hall (Trevor Hall), Samuel Stephenson Markus (Sam Markus) ECAD: Obra #32051056