Gun Barrel Dear Mr. Devil lyrics

Dear Mr. Devil by Gun Barrel

Dear Mr. Devil lyrics

Four ugly motherfuckers 
Pissing gasoline 
Sworn to rock 'n' roll 
Through thick and thin 
Hellraiser maniacs 
This tune is for you 
Bang your head 
And shake your fist 
If you don't know what to do 

We don't need no Cadillacs 
No silver and no gold 
All we need is to play it loud 
Out on the road 
The taste of dirt and sweat and tears 
Is what we feeding on 
This is what it's all about 
We're rocking on 

Hey - Mr. Devil 
We've got some wicked souls on sale 

Listen up you hounds of hell 
This devil - dude ain't bad 
He gave us blues and rock 'n' roll 
So we can bang our heads 
Sure this ain't no breaking news 
I guess that you agree 
We've heard before that hell 
Ain't such a real bad place to be 

We don't need no house or boats 
No cages made of gold 
All we want is to play it loud 
Out on the road 
We don't need no gourmet dining 
It's dirt we're feeding on 
Man that's what it takes for rocking on 

Hey - Mr. Devil 
We've got some wicked souls on sale 
Hey - Mr. Devil 
This truly is a bargain 
The contract is in your mail 

Dear Mr. Devil, we hope this finds you well 
Find enclosed our contract of hell 
Take it or leave it 
The choice is up to you 
But don't forget the pay when it's due 

We don't need no house or boats 
No cages made of gold 
All we want is to play it loud 
Out on the road 
The taste of dirt and sweat and tears 
Is what we're feeding on 
This is what it's all about 
We're rocking on 

Hey - Mr. Devil 
We've got some wicked souls on sale 
Hey - Mr. Devil 
This truly is a bargain 
The contract is in the mail 
This truly is a bargain 
Ooh - Mr. Devil 
Check your fucking mailbox man