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Hey father, I can feel a Fever eating out this home In the hallway, voices say Kill the things that you love the most There's some space in the valley of the gods Sign your name on the dotted line above Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight 'Cause I was pretty fucking poor Take your elevator up to your sky I'm gonna be on the TV tonight I sold my soul to the devil tonight And I'm still pretty fucking poor But my gun is fucking loaded I can see Central Park Reflected in your eyes But there's no passion, there's no spark In the pupils nor the whites Daddy's cool with a bullet 'tween his eyes Momma too, she's payed up for her crimes Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight 'Cause I was pretty fucking poor Take your elevator up to your sky I'm gonna be on the TV tonight I sold my soul to the devil tonight And I'm still pretty fucking poor But my gun is fucking loaded My home and my possessions, they rendered me a slave So I set my heart free, I went home and blew it all away The espresso machine drip, the plasma screensplain The hum of the V8 whip, baby go home blow it all away Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight Yeah, I sold my soul to the devil tonight 'Cause I was pretty fucking poor Take your elevator up to your sky I'm gonna be on the TV tonight I sold my soul to the devil tonight And I'm still pretty fucking poor But my gun is fucking loaded