The Devil & His Bride
By: Bullet For Joey
Duration
3:51
Genres
Description
A murder ballad about a man with a needle in his hand and a woman who won't go down without a fight.
Lyrics
He puts the poison in me Keeping the sickness for himself He haunts the night Snatching his pray under full moon light He leaves his mark inside their veins Open fields become their graves As he rides on To another pretty face Her name was Mary Dark skin, curvy hips and puckered lips She was just his style Before she reached her door He slammed her face into the wood And carried poor Mary away He puts the poison in me Keeping the sickness for himself Poor girl wakes in time To taste the floor Thru blood stained eyes She sees her man With a needle in his hand And death in his eyes She tries to run Chains lose their grip As he gets her in the hip And as she begins to slip She grabs the syringe And jams it in her slayers eye Morning sun shines thru broken window frames Their struggle now at an end Leaving no victor only remains In a shanty, deep in some forgotten plane Sprawled across a blood stained floor there lay In an almost romantic way The devil and his stolen bride Two murders in their own right
