Unholy (Unplugged)

Honey, honey don’t you know
Clock is ticking, my watch is slow
Got things that I wanna do
Sold my soul to a pitch black crow

Run baby, run baby, run, run, run!
You can run with the devil, you can point your gun
You can pray like a preacher to the new born son
You can eat your own words, but you’ll way a ton

Unholy was my favourite past time
Feeling unholy
I’d like to take you down that line

Young baby, young – we can still have fun
We can take a deep breath we can smoke our lungs
We can scream we can shout we can fuck and dance
We can jump out a plane, we can take a chance

Unholy was my favourite past time
Feeling unholy
I’d like to take you down that line

This holy matrimony ‘s filled with frequent sinners
I’m sorry son, I can’t exchange these horns for feathers
Deboucherous endeavours turned us all to liars
We spend our last days surfing on a lake of fire
Save me

Perversion, wicked schemes and pockets full of gold
No holy water’s gonna cure this cold
We’ve been enticed by cars and pretty girls
Forbidden fruit it seems, will never grow old

I get it, I know that the devil’s gonna show up at my door expressing interest in my wicked soul
Liars, cheaters, gambling men, it’s obvious that you have sinned
You put more fuel onto the fire
Going down – you’ve been expired!

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