666 Degrees Songtext
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666 Degrees Songtext
Thank heaven for the simple things
Room to dance, a girl to bring
Between the tunes, a glass of gin
And do-si-do, you′ve fallen in
Take what's the number by the hand
And say, "This way to the promised land"
But you don′t need your overcoat
'Cause where you're headed you won′t freeze
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
A ninety-nine in chemistry
They say a doctor you could be
You′ll heal some sick, you'll make some friends
Among them is Mercedes Benz
Ah, you love the life, you live it high
A scalpel slips, a patient dies
But you win your case and wait to hear
The judgment that the judge decrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
We live a life of deep regret
Where heaven is no easy bet
The right and proper way to go
The wisest of us never know
But if you′re here for my advice
Check your motives (Check 'em twice)
′Cause should you sit with Satan
You would sell your soul for just a breeze
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six
Six hundred and sixty-six
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Room to dance, a girl to bring
Between the tunes, a glass of gin
And do-si-do, you′ve fallen in
Take what's the number by the hand
And say, "This way to the promised land"
But you don′t need your overcoat
'Cause where you're headed you won′t freeze
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
A ninety-nine in chemistry
They say a doctor you could be
You′ll heal some sick, you'll make some friends
Among them is Mercedes Benz
Ah, you love the life, you live it high
A scalpel slips, a patient dies
But you win your case and wait to hear
The judgment that the judge decrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
We live a life of deep regret
Where heaven is no easy bet
The right and proper way to go
The wisest of us never know
But if you′re here for my advice
Check your motives (Check 'em twice)
′Cause should you sit with Satan
You would sell your soul for just a breeze
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Six hundred and sixty-six
Six hundred and sixty-six
Six hundred and sixty-six degrees
Writer(s): Robert S. Halligan, Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
