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Blood of bat, tail of newt
Wing of metal, bone of steel
Vial of health, flask of pain
Staff of life or poison rain
If he really thinks we're the devil
Then let's send him to hell
Fast food, fast cars
Fast women, movie stars
Time of trouble, time of trial
Turn to memphis, pray awhile
If he really thinks we're the devil
Then let's send him to hell
Anxious mothers, bums in the street
Jackals in waistcoats, men in sheets
Purple mountains, waves of grain
Grace of god, thy will be done
If he really thinks we're the devil
Then let's send him to hell
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