Neath the prairie moon Upon the Kansas plain Was a family's trading post Where evil found its name
Murderous family of robbers Bender's of evil and sin Here there was death by the hammer At the Devils Inn
Many an unwary traveler Came to an early demise None of the Bender's were captured Slipped into the night
They'll drain the life Out of your pocket and your head And bury you out by the shed A trail to hell that led to deeds so foul and grim The keepers of the Devils Inn
Who was it wielding the hammers Laying the blows to the head Mother or son, father or daughter A family to dread
Seances and bloody murder Fall through the trap door of hell Crimson and gore in the cellar Where the bodies fell
So Evil Family that feeds off of fear She devil She'll cut your throat ear to ear Souls that fell Beyond the boundaries of sin Fiends from hell Keepers of the Devils Inn
They'll drain the life Out of your pocket and your head And bury you out by the shed A trail to hell that led to deeds so foul and grim The keepers of the Devils InnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
