From the Devil Himself - Viva Voce

He had a cheap guitar

And he wrote this tune

It goes, «Somebody owes me something

It might as well be you»

Hey now

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out

He had a dirty mind

And he sent this note

It said, «We're gonna get some money for nothing

On every song you wrote»

Hey now

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out

You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)

And I’ll see you in hell before we’re through

'Cause I got nothing to prove to you

He had a crooked eye

With a sideways glance

And thought, «I'll catch you in some twisted logic

And then I’ll watch you dance»

Hey now

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out

Six billion people

Six billion ways (To do)

Six billion kinds of damage

That all feel the same

Hey now

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out

You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)

And I’ll see you in hell before we’re through

'Cause I got nothing to prove to you

You were sent from the devil himself to me (Yeah)

And I’ll see you in hell before we’re through

'Cause I got nothing to prove

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out

You’re gonna get your blood sucked out