Gun Barrel - Dear Mr. Devil lyrics

Four ugly motherf*ckers 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 f*cking mailbox man