devil on a beater
i spoke and who should appear as i hopped on my indie beater,
i take a glance over my shoulder,
the devil is right on my wheel growing colder.
riding to hell on a green roadster beater,
feeling the black road burning up like a meteor,
i made no deal and i wish i could ride with you,
because as they say: "you and me and the devil makes two".
but alas you will not catch me on my green roadster beater
i've traveled that road of good intentions,
my fury and scorn are my own hell of my own volition.
my scarf is blowing in the wind,
and all i want is to feel i have not sinned,
riding in peace on my green indie beater.
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