The devil works with idle hands,
well these hands? They're a strumming
(But) heaven sure had different plans
cuz the devil? He's still-a-coming
(He) told told me I could be a six-string picker,
picker, lighting any stadium on fire
He said it was free under one condition: "I take
your life in three years' time"
"I take your life in three
At the stroke of twelve I turn 24 that's
when I gotta make my decision
Do I go to hell and burn my soul for
three years of singing and picking?
Well, momma told me to watch myself,
pay attention and keep my head on a swivel
But I promised her that I'd help us so the ink
is dry and my fingers are itching like
My fin gers are itching like
Well name a stage, you bet I've played it and
raised the roof and brought the house Down
(And) made it rain, turned strings to flames
but I hate to say it's my final countdown
Before I go let momma know that
she owns my bank account now
I built a home from solid gold,
she ain't got nothing to worry about now
Before I know three years is gone,
turned 27 at the crossroads
Lord, I know the deal is done cuz that dirty
bloody devil he came-a-knockin
Robert Robert Robert J and Kurt Cobain and Amy,
Valerie and Purple Haze are playing
and I can hear Janis Joplin Saying
La da da la da da da La da
La da da La da da da La da
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