The Devil's Last Call
He tortured the bell
Last call pub man bellows
Get on your sick way
You dastardly fellows
All with breaking jobs
Like I’ve got this dark dive
All I want is gold
And you’re too soon wived
Drunk in Requiem Mass
Won’t honor son, Johnny
Devil will take you
But I’ll keep your bonnie!
Devil, at service
Will take you all, Mousier!
You’re all broken
A real man’s bargain, sure
God claims his alms too
Christians - in sleep depart
Base stolen, like so!
Last call for meddling hearts!
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