The Devil makes you do stuff.
You don’t want to do.
And God, he wants whatever you want.
Cause God, he works through you.
Satan works in other folks.
Via tempers they can’t control.
They stab you once maybe fitty times
And you don’t ever say whoa!
…
See, God and Lucifer, at your beck and call.
God is gonna help you good.
For Slewfoot, you take the fall.
But buddy, don’t you think for a moment.
You are doing this all.
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