Speak of the Devil
Always bitchin complaining
About your life
But this is the way that you are
And you're screwed
Always thought you were nothing
I wasn't too far off
Ashamed to have ever called you a friend
And I hope you die
I'll catch your tears in a bucket
And pour them on your head
And I'd be a liar if I said
I didn't want you dead
I hope you talk to the devil
He'll be your friend
Speak of the devil here he comes now
He's coming to take you home
So happy I barely knew you
But you took my friends
Words can't express my hatred for you
Lost the love of your father
Family and friends
This is the end of the road for you
Woah
I'll catch your tears in a bucket
And pour them on your head
And I'd be a liar if I said
I didn't want you dead
I hope you talk to the devil
He'll be your friend
Speak of the devil here he comes now
He's coming to take you home
I hope the prison guards can always hear you weeping
As you take it in the ass again from your new friend
I can tell you that you won't feel very special
As all the blood is running down the drain
You cry in vaine
You can tell that they pretend that they don't hear you
So there you are left to suffer
Just like your family did
On the night you took their lives
I'll catch your tears in a bucket
And pour them on your head
And I'd be a liar if I said
I didn't want you dead
I hope you talk to the devil
He'll be your friend
Speak of the devil here he comes now
He's coming to take you home
About your life
But this is the way that you are
And you're screwed
Always thought you were nothing
I wasn't too far off
Ashamed to have ever called you a friend
And I hope you die
I'll catch your tears in a bucket
And pour them on your head
And I'd be a liar if I said
I didn't want you dead
I hope you talk to the devil
He'll be your friend
Speak of the devil here he comes now
He's coming to take you home
So happy I barely knew you
But you took my friends
Words can't express my hatred for you
Lost the love of your father
Family and friends
This is the end of the road for you
Woah
I'll catch your tears in a bucket
And pour them on your head
And I'd be a liar if I said
I didn't want you dead
I hope you talk to the devil
He'll be your friend
Speak of the devil here he comes now
He's coming to take you home
I hope the prison guards can always hear you weeping
As you take it in the ass again from your new friend
I can tell you that you won't feel very special
As all the blood is running down the drain
You cry in vaine
You can tell that they pretend that they don't hear you
So there you are left to suffer
Just like your family did
On the night you took their lives
I'll catch your tears in a bucket
And pour them on your head
And I'd be a liar if I said
I didn't want you dead
I hope you talk to the devil
He'll be your friend
Speak of the devil here he comes now
He's coming to take you home
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Writer(s): Nicholas Dutton
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