Well I think I would like to play chess with the Devil
Yes I would like to play cards with the Pope
See I can charm any Angel in his halo
And I can conjure up a storm inside your soul
Yes I can turn your morning into evening
I can change your day into the night
If I should wish to put rain upon your sunshine
I would surely do so in good time
But you don’t always see it the way I do Come on And you don’t always have to play the fool when I When I tell you that you’re always wrong
Get up That’s my .45
Get up That’s my .45
See I know how to make it right
Get up That’s my .45
See I could move a mountain
Divide rivers for your people
I could take away your mind and turn your heart into stone
If I should give you reason for unnecessary bleeding
Then I would take away your pain if you should give away your soul
See I could tell a lie
And stand in front of Jesus
See, consequences I really don’t mind
I could fool a hundred thousand of your people
But I intend to leave a message in our lyrical divides
See you don’t always see it the way I do Come on And you don’t always have to play the fool when I When I tell you that you’re always wrong
Get up That’s my .45
Get up That’s my .45
See I know how to make it right
Get up That’s my .45