Letras
My mother says that the devil lives in my throat
My mother says that the devil lives in my throat
Although my heart is golden
My throat is mould in red
The hell of it is I'm shouldering weight
Of everything left unsaid
My thousands of years of relatives
Who's throats were made of lead
My mother says that the devil lives in my throat
My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
Although it's crafted beautifully
The sound is quite bizarre
The wood was taken from a casket
That could not contain the law
Of a god who's bones are bleeching
Under the sun who setted on
My mother says there's a demon in my guitar
And my mother says that the end is coming soon
My mother says that the end is coming soon
Although she doesn't know the middle
She says it started with a word
That rhymes with man's conspiracy
And the condition's had'em cured
I offer her my condolences
For the shepperd and the herd
My mother says that the end is coming soon
Although my heart is golden
My throat is mould in red
The hell of it is I'm shouldering weight
Of everything left unsaid
My thousands of years of relatives
Who's throats were made of lead
My mother says that the devil lives in my throat