Devil's Den
Walked into a bar called The Devil's Den
The man at the door said abandon all hope ye who enter in
Stuck out my hand and he stamped me on my skin
The band up front was The Missing Links
They were singin' from the Jonestown Hymnal, Jim Jones was mixin' drinks
I was sinkin' low just tryin' not to think
She walked in with her high heels on
Black light shinin' through a snakeskin dress showin' off a neon thong
Everything right about her was all wrong
Then she pulled up a barstool next to me
Started talkin' about Zoroastrianism and how it set her free
Then she stared me down said no what i mean
She was hotter than Nashville chicken
She was sweet like antifreeze
Like a sack full of playful kittens drownin' in the Cherokee
Everything wrong about her was exactly what I need
Oh, she's gonna be the death of me
Then we stumbled out to meet the sweaty dawn
I was barkin' at the ants, she was doin' the technicolor yawn
Then she took me to the river, baptized me in the mud
We was dancin' to Twisted Sister, we was drinkin' the devil's blood
She was hotter than Nashville chicken
She was sweet like antifreeze
Like a sack full of playful kittens drowning in the Cherokee
Everything wrong about her was exactly what I need
Oh, she's gonna be the death of me
The man at the door said abandon all hope ye who enter in
Stuck out my hand and he stamped me on my skin
The band up front was The Missing Links
They were singin' from the Jonestown Hymnal, Jim Jones was mixin' drinks
I was sinkin' low just tryin' not to think
She walked in with her high heels on
Black light shinin' through a snakeskin dress showin' off a neon thong
Everything right about her was all wrong
Then she pulled up a barstool next to me
Started talkin' about Zoroastrianism and how it set her free
Then she stared me down said no what i mean
She was hotter than Nashville chicken
She was sweet like antifreeze
Like a sack full of playful kittens drownin' in the Cherokee
Everything wrong about her was exactly what I need
Oh, she's gonna be the death of me
Then we stumbled out to meet the sweaty dawn
I was barkin' at the ants, she was doin' the technicolor yawn
Then she took me to the river, baptized me in the mud
We was dancin' to Twisted Sister, we was drinkin' the devil's blood
She was hotter than Nashville chicken
She was sweet like antifreeze
Like a sack full of playful kittens drowning in the Cherokee
Everything wrong about her was exactly what I need
Oh, she's gonna be the death of me
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Writer(s): Sean Clark
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