The Gangstar The Cop The Devil - Don Lee

High atop a lonely moor, a widow lived alone An Inn she kept, and as she slept her pillow heard her moan "Oh, many's the lonely traveller who's spent the night with me But there's no a man in all creation who gives content to me! "Well, some can manage once or twice and some make three or four But it seems to me a rarity is the man who can do more I'd do anything to find him in Heaven or in Hell" And as she spoke these words, sure, she heard her front door bell And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door So boldly ran the Widow and the door did open wide And as she did, a tall and handsome stranger stepped inside Well, she gave him bread and brandy and when that he was fed He said, "My dear, now have no fear. It's time to come to bed "For I've heard your plea right down below And I've come to see you right But you must come to Hell with me if I can last the night" She said, "You randy Devil! To this bargain I'll agree For Hell on Earth, or Hell in Hell. It's all the same to me!" And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door Now, as they fumbled in the bed, the Devil, he proved well And he thought before the night would end that she'd be in his Hell Ah, but when he came to number nine, the Widow cried out, "More!" And when the twelfth time came around, the Widow cried, "Encore!" At twenty-five the Devil felt compelled to take a rest But the Widow cried "Come raise your head and put me to the test!" At sixty-nine, the Widow laughed "Again! Again!" she cried And the Devil said, "Well, I can see just how your husband died!" And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door At ninety-nine, the Devil, he began to wail and weep He said, "I'll give you anything, if you'll let me go to sleep!" But before the morning light was up, the Devil hobbled home And the Widow, still not satisfied, once more was left alone She lay there on her pillow and she thought on ninety-nine "It's a pity that poor old Devil couldn't manage one more time! I'll call him up again tonight to see what can be done With a little more application, we could make it to the ton!" And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door But when she called to him that night, no Devil did appear For the first time in Eternity, the Devil, he shook with fear He said, "Of all the torments I've witnessed here in Hell I never knew what pain was 'til I rang your front door bell!" And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door And the wind blew cold and lonely across that Widow's moor And she never, ever turned away a traveller from the door

Well he opened up this shop at the age of nineteen Stealing anything the eye could see Said gather 'round you people, anything you need Keep my name on your lips And put the word out on the street And I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone Wander 'til I can't remember my own home Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone 'Til that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home Well he never ever smiled But he always seemed pleased Said I'll never live down upon my bended knees I see the game and the game it sees me We will dance until they bury me I will rise like the ashes from a building as it burns Screaming all my enemies you'll all have your turn The more pain I feel, the less that it hurts The more I move on the more I am sure That I will rob 'til my fingers they are down to the bone Wander 'til I can't remember my own home Drink 'til I don't know the meaning of alone 'Til that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home 'Til that bullet flies that bullet flies that bullet flies That bullet flies that bullet flies to carry me home

Well, Cuphead and his pal Mugman They like to roll the dice By chance, they came 'pon (the) Devil's Game And gosh, they paid the price Paid the price And now they're fighting for their lives On a mission fraught with dread And if they proceed but don't succeed Well The Devil will take their heads