You and Me and The Devil makes 3

From Album “Eat me, Drink me”
Song writer: Warmer, Brian, Skold, Tim
Label: Nothing
Kind of Music: Rock

Lyric:

I’m just like rolling a stone up a hill in Hades
You wanna lie with me, you’re gonna be a liar
**** -flavored, I’ve got mood poisoning
It must be something that I hate

I’m just a prison of property
Buckets full of better misery
There’s not a word for what I wanna do to you
There’s not a word for what I wanna do to you

There’s not a word for what I wanna do to you
There’s not a word for what I wanna do to you

You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me

Murder, cute, happy, rape
Murder, cute, happy, happy, happy, rape, killer
Murder, cute, happy, rape
Murder, cute, happy, happy, happy, rape, killer

Watch out, your face, sperm as cold as ice
Bouquet of knives, killer
Watch out, your face, sperm as cold as ice
Bouquet of knives, killer
Killer, killer, killer, killer, killer, killer

You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me

1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3
1, 2, 3

If you get in bed, someone will fall in love
You and me and the Devil makes 3

You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me

You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me

You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me

You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me
You and me and the Devil makes 3
You and me

If you get in bed, someone will fall in love
You and me and the Devil makes

A Place in The Dirt

From Album: Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)
Songwriter: Warmer, Brian, Lowery, John
Label: Nothing/Interscope
Kind of Music: Hard Rock

Lyric:
We are damned and we are dead
All God’s children to be sent
To a perfect place in the sun
In the dirts

There’s a windshield in my hearts
We are bugs so smeared and scarred
And could you stop the meat from thinkin’ before I swallow all or it
Could you please?

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me
Your dyin’ God

Angles with needles pokes through our eyes
Let the ugly lights, what in
We were no longer blind
We were no longer blind

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up and take me
Dress me up and make me
Your dyin’ God

Now we hold the ugly head
The Mary whore is at the bed
They’ve cast a shadow of our perfect death
In the sun and in the dirt