Jim Bianco To Hell With The Devil
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
My mind ain't level, my heart's unsettled
Foot in the grave, foot on the pedal
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
A storm won't stop the wheels
Of this hot machine
A storm won't stop the wheels
Of this hot machine
I fight throught the flood, the rain and the mud
With the pulse in the blood, the force of the metal
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
Angel in the backseat, thunder on the radio
Heavy on the concrete, heavy as a heart beat slow
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
To hell with the devil
I'm selling my soul to you
