Issue No 193 45 Lyrics

Well I think I would like to play chess with the devil
Yes, I would like to play cards with the Pope
See, I could charm any angel in the city
And I could conjure up a storm inside your soul
Yes I could turn your morning to evening
I can change your day into the night
If I should wish to propane upon your sunshine
I would surely do so in your time
But you don't always see it the way I do, come on
And you don't always have to play the fool
When I tell you that should always run!

Get out, there's my .45!
Get out, there's my .45!
See I know, I don't make it right
Get out, there's my .45!

See I could move a mountain if I'd do this for your people

I could take away your mind and turn your heart into stone
If I should give you reason for a Mississippi bleeding
Then I would take away your pain, you should give away your soul
See I could tell a lie and stand in front of Jesus
See consequences I really don't mind
I could fool a hundred thousand of your people
But I intend to leave a message and I'll leave it close divide
See you don't always see it the way I do, come on
And you don't always have to play the fool
When I tell you that should always run!

Get out, there's my .45!
Get out, there's my .45!
See I know, I don't make it right
Get out, there's my .45!