John Wesley Harding - The Devil in Me Lyrics
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The Devil in Me
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What Are The Lyrics For The Devil in Me By John Wesley Harding?
I shot John F. Kennedy in Dallas in '63
They blamed it on Oswald carelessly But it was the devil in me Put Jesus on the cross, I put a gag on the boss I kissed him on the cheek so he couldn't speak But that was the devil in me It was the devil in me It's the devil in me that's unleveling me Put it down to the devil in me I made you breakfast, put poisoned sheets on the bed I made you cry, coulda made you laugh instead But that was the devil in me So I killed you off, I tore your famous brown fur coat I laughed at your cough, ignored your suicide note But that was the devil in me I blew up the bus, I started world war iii Hijacked the plane with Qaddafi, blew the hostages free That was the devil in me I'm sponsored by a company that I don't believe in I advertise their things for cash, that ain't deceiving No, that's just the devil in me It was the devil in me I gave you acid rain I polluted the sea I covered your thoughts up With graffiti You can call me by my real name Or you can call me humanity Because it all seems just like human behavior It all seems like human behavior to me Put it down to the devil in me It was the devil in me It was the devil in me Well it's the devil in me makes me do these things Devil in me that makes me sing Devil in me gave you a wedding ring Put it down to the devil in me |
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