Where the Devil Makes His Deals Songtext
von Albert Castiglia

God open up the lights put here to thrill you
Find out what you love and let it kill you
Tell me your desire tell me how it makes you feel
Down here where the devil makes his deals
I met a man in Birmingham his name was bloodshot red
The devil came and snatched his soul from the backside of his head
Now he sings the blues on Tuesday in a bar outside Mobile


Down here where the devil makes his deals
Down where the devil makes his deals
I′m not one to gamble
I can't afford to win
Give me just a little and I′m on my knees again
I got debts that can't be satisfied and wounds that will not heal
Down here where the devil makes his deals

All those dark blue demons like to get my goat
All my better angels just want to cut my throat
Go put on your reddest dress put on your high heels
And meet me where the devil makes his deals
Meet me where the devil makes his deals