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