The Devil in Mexico Murder by Death (Ft. Gerard Way)

[Verse 1]
"Well, I'll take two shots," said the Devil to the man
And laid a little book on the bar
Well Lord knows the Devil, and he only talks shit
And only drinks whiskey from the jar

And his hands were raw
And his eyes were cold
And his breath was pure alcohol
And the sound of his voice, it never got old

And he talked and talked and talked through the night
Kept sipping his 'shine till the morning light
Tumbled in through the shades and as he started to go
I put three bullets in his back

[Verse 2]
Well the Devil's bleeding crude oil from a hole in his chest
And its panging on the bedpan, dripping through the bed sheets
And all the businessmen are putting pails beneath his wounds
And pawning the oil at the market

Well, his heart ain't made of nothing but piss and vinegar
And his boots have trampled more than you would know
And his breath has split open the thermometer on the sill
It's so fucking cold in here since you brought in the snow