Текст песни One deal with the devil - Bullet
A
full
moon
rise
close
to
midnight
Feel
the
smell
of
cigars
A
mean
face
in
a
mean
place
Dealing
out
the
cards
I
had
it
coming,
I
had
it
in
sight
Something
was
haunting
the
air
that
night
I
kept
on
flipping
and
switching
Claiming
the
gain,
playing
the
boss
I
was
on
top
of
the
game
...
A
black
suit
man
with
a
smooth
hand
He
started
pulling
it
in
From
hell
sent,
my
opponent
A
vicious
gold
tooth
grin
I
bet
my
ride,
I
bet
my
gun
My
luck
turned,
he
always
won
He
said;
my
name
is
the
Devil
And
these
are
the
rules
You
owe
me
your
soul
It's
time
to
pay
your
dues
One
strike
of
evil
One
night
on
your
own
One
deal
with
the
devil
Now
greet
hell
with
your
soul
...
One
strike
of
evil
One
night
on
your
own
One
deal
with
the
devil
Greet
hell
with
your
soul
One
strike
of
evil
One
night
on
your
own
One
deal
with
the
devil
Now
greet
hell
with
your
soul
One
strike
of
evil
One
night
on
your
own
One
deal
with
the
devil
Greet
hell
with
your
soul
One
strike
of
evil
One
night
on
your
own
One
deal
with
the
devil
Greet
hell
with
your
soul
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