Daniel Webster from Roxidizer by Chemical Valley

Dead man walkin'
Walkin' around with his shoes strung 'round his neck.
(I said)
Dead man walkin'
Walkin' miles and miles with a bullet hole in his back.
He don't mind
He don't waste no time with things like that.

Feet a stompin'
Road reachin' up and tearin' them all to hell.
Eyes a bleedin'
Cryin' rusty tears and cursin' himself.

Devil made a wager at the crossroads with me.
I turned 'round and I doubled back and I killed him clean.
He learned that he can't trust someone like me.
'Cause I'm too, I'm too good for the Devil to beat.

Young man smiles.
Then he hear that Devil whisperin' at his back.
Oh so quiet.
The Devil draws his knife before the boy can react.

That barefoot demon,
He just laughin' away as he cleans off his blade.
One more soul.
Another young man's soul in his pocket today.

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