So have tried the combination of cords g/c/g/d for now
Down in the Dungeons
With the devil by his side
There was heat, there was fire
It was burning in his eyes
He’s soul he had sold it
For less than a dime
His mind he had lost it
For the rest of time
Chorus
When the devil comes a calling
Will you open up the door?
When he bangs, when he beats
Your soul he doth call.
Will you take him and know him
Will you make him your own?
Deny him an shame him
Till he leaves you alone
He’ll bend you, break you
He will make you lie
Shame you and leave you
Hanging out to dry
Kiss you and kill you
Hell watch you die
The traitor the devil
He lives in your mind
Chorus
When the devil comes a calling
Will you open up the door?
When he bangs, when he beats
Your soul he doth call.
Will you take him and know him
Will you make him your own?
Deny him an shame him
Till he leaves you alone
He tempts you to lose it
Creeps into your mind
Pulls at your weakness
From deep down inside
Sell it for money
Sell it for treats inject it and smoke it
You are what you reap
Chorus
When the devil comes a calling
Will you open up the door?
When he bangs, when he beats
Your soul he doth call.
Will you take him and know him
Will you make him your own?
Deny him an shame him
Till he leaves you alone
Now you’re left hanging
Hanging out to dry
Got nothing left
But the Devil at your side
About the Creator
Chantel Tamara
I love to write. I used to dream of being a songwriter. Its a bit tricky if you can't sing and don't live in America, I realized. No reason not to continue writing.
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