Oh no I found a girl on the East Coast
Who wants to paint over my soul
But it's dressed like Mr. Cash
Hair slicked back, wearing black on black
That boy just ain't right
He just drinks all night
Plays with young girls' hearts
Drugs, sex, and rock-n-roll
"He can't walk away"
Already know
"Demons call his name"
I reckon so
"It is all a game"
Already know
"You'll be the one to blame"
I reckon so
Well I found myself on the crossroads
Waiting to hand over my soul
But he said "I can't take that
Too classic with the black on black"
That boy just ain't right
He just drinks all night
Plays with young girls' hearts
Drugs, sex, and rock-n-roll
"He can't walk away"
Already know
"Demons call his name"
I reckon so
"It is all a game"
Already know
"You'll be the one to blame"
I reckon so
"He can't walk away"
Already know
"Demons call his name"
I reckon so
"It is all a game"
Already know
"You'll be the one to blame"
I reckon so
"He can't walk away"
Already know
"Demons call his name"
I reckon so
"It is all a game"
Already know
"You'll be the one to blame"
I reckon so
That boy just ain't right
That boy just ain't right
That boy just ain't right
That boy just ain't right