Stattica Yours For The Asking
He was down in Macon, Georgia at a crossroad outskirts
of townSatan appeared with a red dress and beer and a
road map (and a dog on her lap)
She said,
'I've traveled long and hard through fissures of space
So can I have just a moment of your time
I see you're disenchanted and I think I can help you
Times are tough, had enough? Just tell me, I can
Banish all that drama and jive
Feelin' weak? Not unique? Help me help you
All I ask is your after life...'
I got fire and brimstone just to blow your mind
I can thrown down thunder just to pass my time
All this and many more
Is yours for the asking
Right at that moment, it's not that he consented
But thoughts of a band raced through
Right there appeared, from a mystical sphere
A rhythm section, with a groove of perfection
Before he knew it, they were tearing into it
And jamming through Highway to Hell
With every measure, he encountered this pleasure
And the price tag was his after-life
I got fire and brimstone just to blow your mind
I can thrown down thunder just to pass my time
All this and many more
Is yours for the asking
I can blow down mountains with a huff of my breath
Seduce any woman and avoid any debt
All this and many more
Is yours for the asking
So the next time you're mind your business
On a crossroads on the outskirts of town
You think your soul needs a little rock 'n roll just
beware now
(it's better to disavow it)
I'm not saying, that dude was me playing
But I think that I'm running out of time
You see, someone is looking for me
And I ain't ready for the after-life
fire and brimstone just to blow your mind
I can thrown down thunder just to pass my time
All this and many more
Is yours for the asking
I can blow down mountains with a huff of my breath
Seduce any woman and avoid any debt
All this and many more
Is yours for the asking
All this and many more
Is yours for the asking
All this and many more
Is yours for the asking
