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9mm and a three piece suit,
Man in the black hat ready to zoot.
Pin stripe pants over big black boots.
Black sun glasses, and a complex to shoot.
He comes in and robs you of heart,
He's the devil, angry from the start.
His temper, is off all the charts.
Pork pie pain and pin stripes, his art.

Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.

He kills with his eyes, and crosshairs you.
You'll never know just what to do.
He'll do it, he'll do it, and happily too.
Play with the devil and you'll always lose.
The line, the line between wrong and right,
Blurs, faded, twisted dark as night.
Dark as his suit, he's ready to fight.
If he's the devil, then where's the light?

Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more!

He'll take your soul.
With each dice roll.
He'll take your soul, with each dice roll.
He'll take your soul, with each dice roll.

Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.
Ska-core, the devil and more.
(He'll kill you, he'll kill you.)
Ska-core, the devil and more.
(He'll kill you, he'll kill you.)
Ska-core, the devil and more.
(He'll kill you, he'll kill you.)
Ska-core, the devil and more.