LOADED

Hey father, I can feel a
 Fury in and out this home
 In the hallway, voices say
 Kill the things that you love the most
 There's some space in the valley of the guards
 Sign your name on the dotted line above
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Cause I was pretty fucking poor
 Take your elevator up to your sky
 I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
 I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 And I'm still pretty fucking poor
 But my gun is fucking loaded
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 I can see Central Park
 Reflected in your eyes
 But there's no passion, there's no spark
 In the pupils nor the whites
 Daddy's cool with a bullet 'tween his eyes
 Momma too, she's played up for her crimes
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Cause I was pretty fucking poor
 Take your elevator up to your sky
 I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
 I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 And I'm still pretty fucking poor
 But my gun is fucking loaded
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 My home and my possessions, they rendered me a slave
 So I set my heart free, I went home and blew it all away
 The espresso machine drip, the plasma screen is playing
 The hum of the V8 whip, baby go home blow it all away
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 Cause I was pretty fucking poor
 Take your elevator up to your sky
 I'm gonna be on the TV tonight
 I sold my soul to the devil tonight
 And I'm still pretty fucking poor
 But my gun is fucking loaded