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god is swinging from the liquor tree licking everything he finds god knows all about you and me lucky i got something to hide well all along in the evergreens baby's got a soul to steal i know you and you know me maybe we can make a deal there goes adam with the devil's head his body's all naked and red well we're all naked now in our heads but i know who made my bed still i feel sorry for the devil's ead his mother never taught him no good i'm still swinging from the liquor tree and eden is a hell of a place eden is a hell of a place talk, talk, talk, talk your devils down sun, sun, sun, sun is coming out and burn, burn, burn all your witches out and work, work, work till the day is out From Letras Mania