I shot the devil in the back He follows me follows me everywhere I run
A dark cloud over my heavy head You can hear his footsteps in the silence of the night
His dark and vile presence I can feel him as he creeps through the shadows
His putrid stench can only be smelled by those haunted He sometimes whispers in my ear
I feel him picking at my brain He's always picking at my brain! I shot the devil in the back He follows me follows me everywhere I run
A dark cloud over my heavy head It's such a dark cloud
He will not leave without you You live your life out in tortureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
