Fifth house

You ran off with the devil
You went home with him
You parted my lips with your shotgun
And blew me open with a grin
Now I’m black with the ashes baby
When you burn down my fifth house
I got myself some whiskey
I got my gun down off the shelf
Ill make my own exorcism
Ill send him back to hell myself

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About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
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