My granny while on her deathbed,
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She turned and said to me,
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"Why must you view life so morbidly?
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I tried to teach you right,
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But somewhere I went wrong,
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'Cause you sing those death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs."
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When six pallbearers put her down
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And laid her body in the ground,
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My eyes were wet, my face was very long.
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The pastor said, "Son, here you are.
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Won't you please take this guitar?
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Sing dear departed Granny one last song."
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And I sang
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
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Hell, you know that's how I get along.
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The world is full of tragedy so how can it be wrong,
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Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.
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Well, I was shopping at Hot Topic
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And I was walking out the door,
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When two dumb jocks came up to me.
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They said, "Hey fag, it ain't Halloween!"
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And they kicked my lipstick to the floor.
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And I sang
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
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Hell, you know that's how I get along.
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The world is full of idiots so how can it be wrong,
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Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.
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Well, I went down to church on Sunday.
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I sat up front in a pew.
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The priest said, "Jesus and Mary, too!
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Son, what the Devil's got into you?
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Get up and sing a hymn or two!"
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And I sang
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
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Hey, you know that's how I get along.
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The world's full of hypocrisy so how can it be wrong,
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Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.
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I was invited to the White House.
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The president pulled me aside.
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He said, "Son, sing us a song of peace
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For those evil-doers in the Middle East."
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I rolled my eyes and kicked this rhyme.
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I sang...
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
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Hell, you know that's how I get along.
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The world is full of Dubyas so how can it be wrong,
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Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.
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Well, then I died and went to Hell.
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I could tell right away by the awful smell
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That this was clearly not the pearly gates.
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The Devil said, "Come here young man.
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My wife and I are your biggest fans!"
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So naturally I felt I had it made.
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Well, then he reached into an iron chest
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And he picked the tool that he felt was best.
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And then he jabbed me in the schlong
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With a pitchfork that had sharpened prongs.
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He turned to me and winked and sang this song.
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He sang
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
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Yeah, I know that's how you got along.
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I find your songs hilarious but now your soul's precarious,
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Singing your death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.
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I'm just kidding, kid. Welcome to Hell, enjoy the buffet!
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Death, death, devil, devil, devil, devil, evil, evil, evil, evil songs.
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Hell, you know that's how we get along.
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The world is full of sinners so how can it be wrong,
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Singing death, death, death, death, devil, devil, evil, evil songs.
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Death Death (Devil, Devil, Devil, Devil, Evil, Evil, Evil Evil Song)
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| Voltaire |
