The world's on fire, the devil's out of his hole
How much silver to sell your soul
The hurricane's coming and the earthquake too
One of these days they're gonna come for you
Stepped out on the waters of the raging sea
It felt like a graveyard was gonna swallow me
Mother nature feels the pain
When we kill the prophets who call down the rain
Dust and ashes, crumbling stones
Hot wind howling over scattered bones
The world's on fire, the devil's out of his hole
How much silver to sell your soul
Frank Thibeaux - Silver for Your Soul Lyrics
Frank Thibeaux - Silver for Your Soul Lyrics
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The world's on fire, the devil's out of his hole
How much silver to sell your soul
The hurricane's coming and the earthquake too
One of these days they're gonna come for you
Stepped out on the waters of the raging sea
It felt like a graveyard was gonna swallow me
Mother nature feels the pain
When we kill the prophets who call down the rain
Dust and ashes, crumbling stones
Hot wind howling over scattered bones
The world's on fire, the devil's out of his hole
How much silver to sell your soul
How much silver to sell your soul
The hurricane's coming and the earthquake too
One of these days they're gonna come for you
Stepped out on the waters of the raging sea
It felt like a graveyard was gonna swallow me
Mother nature feels the pain
When we kill the prophets who call down the rain
Dust and ashes, crumbling stones
Hot wind howling over scattered bones
The world's on fire, the devil's out of his hole
How much silver to sell your soul
Writer: Justin Phipps
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid