We Sing Praises - Live
I always knew you were a bad boy
I used to think that it was cool
You took me down just like a Rob Roy
But now I'm coming next to you
Run, Devil, Run Run Devil, Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
I never knew about your red horns
I never saw your evil start
You used to be what I would live for
But then you went and slapped my heart
The promises that you promised
are about as real as an air guitar
So watch your back cuz I'mma steal your car
You better run, run, run, run, run
Cause there's gonna be some hell to pay
You better run, run, run, run, run
And that's the only thing I'm gonna say, hey
I wish I know the right from the start
that I was dancing with the dark
You better run
Devil, Run, Run, Devil, Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
Now that your living with a vampires
You better get yourself a gun
I'll make ya sing just like a boy's chior
I'll string you up to have some fun
Run, Devil, Run Run, Devil, Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
Run Devil, Run Run, Devil, Run Run
Run Devil, Devil, Run Run
I'm throwing the trash, clearing the junk
I'm firing the cannon, your gonna get sunk
You better sail off to the seven seas
There's not enough room for you and for me
(once again if you would please,
"There's not enough room for you and for me")
Run Devil, Run Run, Devil Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
I used to think that it was cool
You took me down just like a Rob Roy
But now I'm coming next to you
Run, Devil, Run Run Devil, Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
I never knew about your red horns
I never saw your evil start
You used to be what I would live for
But then you went and slapped my heart
The promises that you promised
are about as real as an air guitar
So watch your back cuz I'mma steal your car
You better run, run, run, run, run
Cause there's gonna be some hell to pay
You better run, run, run, run, run
And that's the only thing I'm gonna say, hey
I wish I know the right from the start
that I was dancing with the dark
You better run
Devil, Run, Run, Devil, Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
Now that your living with a vampires
You better get yourself a gun
I'll make ya sing just like a boy's chior
I'll string you up to have some fun
Run, Devil, Run Run, Devil, Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
Run Devil, Run Run, Devil, Run Run
Run Devil, Devil, Run Run
I'm throwing the trash, clearing the junk
I'm firing the cannon, your gonna get sunk
You better sail off to the seven seas
There's not enough room for you and for me
(once again if you would please,
"There's not enough room for you and for me")
Run Devil, Run Run, Devil Run Run
Run Devil Devil Run Run
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Ford, Dana Powell
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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