Lyrics
Yeah… Every empire’s got an accountant. Mine just happens to burn.
Ain’t no angel on my books, Just red ink and cold looks. I don’t clock in — I cash out pain, Paid in thunder, smoke, and flame.
The Devil signs my paychecks, He knows I earn ‘em right. Blood on my knuckles, whiskey breath — That’s overtime tonight.
He don’t preach, and I don’t pray, We just balance what won’t stay. Got no halo on my sleeve, But I’m rich in what I believe.
Sin’s a business, faith’s a brand, Both pay well if you understand. And I ain’t scared of what they sell — I just buy my way through hell.
The Devil signs my paychecks, And he signs ‘em with a grin. He don’t own me — we just share The cost of every sin.
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About this song
Dark Blues soaked in swagger and sin. Opens with a deep swamp-blues
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