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And Frank Makes Three (Frank DiBussolo) · The Devil You Know, The Devil You Don't (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Up Jumped the Devil: American Devil Songs 1920's - 1950's (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Graveyard Stomp (The Meteors) · Graveyard Jones (Jake La Botz) · The Graveyard (King Diamond) · Rock! Wreck! & Rule!: Psychobilly, Mutant Rock, Deathcult Anthems and Graveyard Party P (Demented Are Go) · Graveyard Shift (Scott H. Biram) · Graveyard Shift (Spider Loc) · Graveyard Blues (John Lee Hooker) – and 90 other albums »


Run devil, run devil
Run devil, run

I got somethin' make the devil gonna run
He been dancin' till the break of dawn
Devil gon' try to take
One, two, three, four

Thank God for Irish whiskey
Thank the Devil for pretty girls
Make a mess of all us lucky boys

I got 99 things to be
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
(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence

(Verse 3-Tombstone of Graveyard Shift)
Fight, movin in the night
Daylight, takin
devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
Get a crew and try to surround me
and one by one I'll light y'all up
and send ya asses to King's County
Solo
When Lester was a little bitty baby
Mama told him, "Son, never be kind to strangers
And always carry a gun"

And Lester vowed to make her proud
Until
She went into the graveyard with trouble on her mind.
She was lookin' for the man who make her crazy. 
From her big brown coat she puller a silver
consistent, Realest stories
Most charisma, I set the most trends
And my interviews are hotter
Holla

I jog in the graveyard
Spar in the same ring
Now
Back in nineteen thirty-three
Livin' in the dust was a killin' me

Back in  nineteen thirty-four
The dust it ??? blew some more

Long come nineteen
[GZA]
Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
Guardian angels are working for me
The devil and the deep blue sea
I beat my heart and bend all trees
By the end of the year I'm on my knees
Such
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
 Little devils don't go to heaven!
I met her, down at the store on the corner
She was a prettier girl that was ever in a magazine
She was an angel, all dressed up like the devil
I
of choppers 
Carol City will make holes in you so big, 
They can't be plugged by doctors 

Nigga, this is the real Dade County 
Where we are soldiers from
I met her down at the store on the corner
She was a prettier girl that was ever in a magazine
She was an angel, all dressed up like the devil
I knew
over his own three feet. 
He's doubled up in the outside loo, to taste again the devil's brew. 
Friends and neighbours come around, 
Waste no time
Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
Saw a slight
and a satchel of gold
Then next to the graveyard by the old oak tree
On a dark foggy night at a quarter to three
She was ready to go, but where was he?
up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see the answer
up by the devil as he looks and he smiles
Good at the game of tricknology
But I have knowledge of myself you're not fooling me
You see the answer
southbound

[Chorus]
Three hundred miles to Santa Fe
Got a momma to see or the Devil to pay
Gonna be there by the break of day
And I'm southbound
Three hundred
Deep in the mountain of Harlan County
Employed by the Cumberland coal company
The pay is short, the days are long
But our labor union laws are coming
Take door no. 1 with a suicide
You're going straight to hell by the devil's side, oh-no, oh-no
Take door no. 2 with a prison view
They never knew
Was Ridin' along side the highway, rollin' up the country side.
Thinkin' I'm the devil's heatwave, what you burn in your crazy mind?
Saw a slight
Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system 
You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope