The Devil Lives In My Throat

My mother says that the devil lives in my throat My mother says that the devil lives in my throat Although my heart is golden My throat is mould in red The hell of it is I'm shouldering weight Of everything left unsaid My thousands of years of relatives Who's throats were made of lead My mother says that the devil lives in my throat My mother says there's a demon in my guitar My mother says there's a demon in my guitar Although it's crafted beautifully The sound is quite bizarre The wood was taken from a casket That could not contain the law Of a god who's bones are bleeching Under the sun who setted on My mother says there's a demon in my guitar And my mother says that the end is coming soon My mother says that the end is coming soon Although she doesn't know the middle She says it started with a word That rhymes with man's conspiracy And the condition's had'em cured I offer her my condolences For the shepperd and the herd My mother says that the end is coming soon Although my heart is golden My throat is mould in red The hell of it is I'm shouldering weight Of everything left unsaid My thousands of years of relatives Who's throats were made of lead My mother says that the devil lives in my throat