You And Me And The Devil Makes 3

I'm just like rolling a stone up a hill in Hades
If you want to lie with me, you're gonna be a liar
Hell-flavored, I've got mood poisoning
It must be something that I hate

I'm just a prison of property
Buckets full of better misery
There's not a word for what I wanna do to you
There's not a word for what I wanna do to you

There's not a word for what I wanna do to you
There's not a word for what I wanna do to you

You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me

Murder-cute, happy-rape
Murder-cute, happy, happy, happy-rape, killer
Murder-cute, happy-rape
Murder-cute, happy, happy, happy-rape, killer

Watch out, your face, sperm as cold as ice
Bouquet of knives, killer
Watch out, your face, sperm as cold as ice
Bouquet of knives, killer
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer

You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me

One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three
One, two, three

If you get in bed, someone will fall in love
You and me and the Devil makes three

You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me

You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me

You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes three (pants can always come off)
You and me (pants can always come off)

You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes three
You and me

If you get in bed, someone will fall in love
You and me and the Devil makes three...



Credits
Writer(s): Tim Skold, Brian Hugh Warner
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