Paroles:
Sounds The Dance With The Devil

every drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance

drinker every dancer lifts a happy face to thank her the fiddler fiddles something so sublime all the women tear their blouses off and the men they dance

-rr-rr-rrat That's the sound of the chopper meng Just let me know exactly what it is you trying to do 'Cause we can both dance with the devil, dawg It

dance This could be our very last chance Just the sound of your voice Wherever I may be changes everything And then the world's right with me You're

When I'm in your system like glycerin Fans listenin , from Michigan to Switzerland Malik be blitzed again- on the station with the discipline Solicitin , sometimes illicit or explicit with

Nigga like me To take your chance and ride with men and beat up the pussy A victim off the circumstance Pass the devil They always wanna dance See we grow up with

't know But don't no muthafucka in the muthafuckin western muthafuckin hemisphere really want Joe Associated with a deadly force we got codes Deeper than morse Sounds

came upon a town with a name I couldn't spell she gave me what I came for in that Mexican motel I woke up beside her to the sound of running feet 50

Verse two: Method Man] There's no honor amongst theives, street pharmaceutical Stack like Genovese, the four devil tempt mad men But not these, we profound hardcore sound