One deal with the devil - Bullet

A full moon rise close to midnight

Feel the smell of cigars

A mean face in a mean place

Dealing out the cards

I had it coming, I had it in sight

Something was haunting the air that night

I kept on flipping and switching

Claiming the gain, playing the boss

I was on top of the game

A black suit man with a smooth hand

He started pulling it in

From hell sent, my opponent

A vicious gold tooth grin

I bet my ride, I bet my gun

My luck turned, he always won

He said;

my name is the Devil

And these are the rules

You owe me your soul

It’s time to pay your dues

One strike of evil

One night on your own

One deal with the devil

Now greet hell with your soul

One strike of evil

One night on your own

One deal with the devil

Greet hell with your soul

One strike of evil

One night on your own

One deal with the devil

Now greet hell with your soul

One strike of evil

One night on your own

One deal with the devil

Greet hell with your soul

One strike of evil

One night on your own

One deal with the devil

Greet hell with your soul