Devil Man - Cindy Morgan

Give me the money

Give me the gold

Dirty little palms

And a heart that’s cold yeah

Kiss of the serpent

Bite of the fruit

You can keep the knowledge

I just want the loot

Want the loot

I just want the loot yeah

I’m making deals

With a mighty bad hand

Fishing in a boat

That is sinking in sand

And I’m messing into things

That I never should have

And I’m making plans

With the Devil Man

Sneaking through the dark

Like a vigil in black

I kiss You on the cheek

Then I stab You in the back yeah

Cause what I didn’t know

Is what I didn’t know

The hammer cracked and the blood it flowed yeah

And I wish I could take it back hey but

I’m making deals

With a mighty bad hand

Fishing in a boat

That is sinking in sand

And I’m messing into things

That I never should have

And I’m making plans

With the Devil Man

Hanging from my neck

From a dirty piece of wood

I’m known as the betrayer

Buried in a field of blood

In a field of blood, hey

I’m making deals

With a mighty bad hand

Fishing in a boat

That is sinking in sand

And I’m messing into things

That I never should have

And I’m making plans

With the Devil Man