Dear Mr. Devil Songtext
von Gun Barrel

Four ugly motherfuckers
Pissing gasoline
Sworn to rock′n'roll
Through thick and thin
Hellraiser maniacs
This tune is for you
Bang your head and shake your fists
If you don′t know what to do

We don't need no Cadillacs
No silver and no gold
All we need is to play it loud
Out on the road

The taste of dirt and sweat and tears
Is what we're feeding on
This is what it′s all about
We′re rockin' on


Hey, Mr. Devil
We got some wicked souls on sale
Listen up you hounds of hell
This devil dude ain′t bad
He gave us blues and rock'n′roll
So we can bang our head

Sure this ain't no breaking news
I guess that you agree
We′ve heard before that hell
Ain't such a real bad place to be

We don't need no house of votes
No cages made of gold
All we want is to play it loud
Out on the road

We don′t need no groom and land
It′s food we're feeding on
Man, that′s what it takes
For rockin' on

Hey, Mr. Devil
We got some wicked souls on sale
Hey, Mr. Devil

This truly is a bargain
The contract is in the mail

Dear Mr. Devil, we hope this finds you well


Signed and closed, our contract of hell
Take it or leave it, the choice is up to you
But don′t forget the pay when it's due
We don′t need no house of votes
No cages made of gold
All we want is to play it loud
Out on the road
The taste of dirt and sweat and tears
Is what we're feeding on

This is what it's all about
We′re rockin′ on
Hey, Mr. Devil

We got some wicked souls on sale

Hey, Mr. Devil

This truly is a bargain
The contract is in the mail

It truly is a bargain
Oh, Mr. Devil
Check your fucking mailbox, man