Devil and a .45
Dancing with the Devil: A Tale of Survival and Choices
Lyrics
I kept a memory back from my early years
I retained a memory from my early years
A boat out to Cyprus with the Scottish Fusiliers
Recalling a journey to Cyprus with the Scottish Fusiliers
I was two years old, I was barely alive
At the age of two, I was barely alive
Already cruising 'bout with the Devil and a forty five
Already associating with the Devil and a .45 gun
I hear you've been straying over this side of town
Heard rumors of you venturing to this part of town
Talking it up, walking your mouth around
Talking and boasting, spreading gossip
But it's really not ok that you do like you do
Disapproving of your actions
The Devil's forty five is gonna wait for you
The consequences of your deeds will catch up with you through the Devil's .45
You, you, you, you, you are heading for a beat down.
Warning that you are headed for trouble
Are you riding shotgun on the stage of broken dreams?
Questioning if you are accompanying someone who is part of shattered aspirations
Ain't it funny how the ego can take you to extremes
Reflecting on how one's ego can lead to extreme behavior
And with the cards you hold I'm aurally not surprised
Not surprised by the choices you've made, given the hand you've been dealt
Choose between the Devil and a forty five
Forced to choose between aligning with the Devil or facing a .45
Keep your false pretenses, keep your fancy clothes
Advising to keep false appearances, fancy clothing, and unnecessary manners
Keep your airs and graces since I won't be needing those
Rejecting superficial qualities since they are not essential
Since I was two years old I was learning to survive
Survival lessons learned since the age of two
Keep on the right side of a forty five
Encouraging staying on the right side of a .45, implying the right path
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