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[Verse 1] Hey father, I can feel a Fever eating up this home In the hallway, voices say Kill the things that you love the most [Pre-Chorus 1] There's no space in the valley of the gods Sign your name on the dotted line above [Chorus] Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight 'Cause I was pretty fucking poor Take your elevator up to the sky I'm gonna be on the TV tonight I sold my soul to the devil tonight And I'm still pretty fucking poor But my gun is fucking loaded [Verse 2] I can see Central Park Reflected in your eyes But there's no passion, there's no spark In the pupils nor the whites [Pre-Chorus 2] Daddy's cool with a bullet 'tween his eyes Momma too, she's paid up for her crimes [Chorus] Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight 'Cause I was pretty fucking poor Take your elevator up to the sky I'm gonna be on the TV tonight I sold my soul to the devil tonight And I'm still pretty fucking poor But my gun is fucking loaded [Bridge] My home and my possessions, they rendered me a slave So I set my heart free, I went home and blew it all away The espresso machine drip, the plasma screen displayed The hum of the V8 whip, baby go home blow it all away [Chorus] Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah I sold my soul to the devil tonight 'Cause I was pretty fucking poor Take your elevator up to the sky I'm gonna be on the TV tonight I sold my soul to the devil tonight And I'm still pretty fucking poor But my gun is fucking loaded
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Credits
- Writers
- Justin Tranter
- Achilleas Sarantaris
- Duc Peterman
- Henry Chisholm
- James Donovan
- Nick Mohnblatt