Yeah, I'm no stranger to sorrow
I get pure blooded evil all the time
I'm no stranger to sorrow
I get pure blooded evil all the time
Well I know he'll come and get me
I got hounds of hell hot on my trail
Right on my trail, right on my trail
Yeah, I got blood on my hands
From digging my own grave
I got blood on my hands
From digging my own grave
I suppose if Satan wants me so bad
He can get what he deserves
Get what he deserves
Hold fast from the devil he stalks in the midnight prayers alone
One little trick will serve you his shtick and chill you to the bone
Nothing can save you if Satan has claimed you, your soul is up for grabs
'Cause calling on God is a foolish plot if you've built your castle on sand
A bargain you made, a bargain you sold
Power at a hefty price
You know what you've done, there's nowhere to run, your blood runs cold as ice
Must be nice
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Yeah, I'm no stranger to sorrow
I get pure blooded evil all the time
I'm no stranger to sorrow
I get pure blooded evil all the time
Well I know he'll come and get me
I got hounds of hell hot on my trail
Right on my trail, right on my trail
Yeah, I got blood on my hands
From digging my own grave
I got blood on my hands
From digging my own grave
I suppose if Satan wants me so bad
He can get what he deserves
Get what he deserves
Hold fast from the devil he stalks in the midnight prayers alone
One little trick will serve you his shtick and chill you to the bone
Nothing can save you if Satan has claimed you, your soul is up for grabs
'Cause calling on God is a foolish plot if you've built your castle on sand
A bargain you made, a bargain you sold
Power at a hefty price
You know what you've done, there's nowhere to run, your blood runs cold as ice
Must be nice
I get pure blooded evil all the time
I'm no stranger to sorrow
I get pure blooded evil all the time
Well I know he'll come and get me
I got hounds of hell hot on my trail
Right on my trail, right on my trail
Yeah, I got blood on my hands
From digging my own grave
I got blood on my hands
From digging my own grave
I suppose if Satan wants me so bad
He can get what he deserves
Get what he deserves
Hold fast from the devil he stalks in the midnight prayers alone
One little trick will serve you his shtick and chill you to the bone
Nothing can save you if Satan has claimed you, your soul is up for grabs
'Cause calling on God is a foolish plot if you've built your castle on sand
A bargain you made, a bargain you sold
Power at a hefty price
You know what you've done, there's nowhere to run, your blood runs cold as ice
Must be nice
Writer: Samuel Adams
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