Liam St. John - in three years' time (Stripped Back)

The devil works with idle hands, well these hands? They're a strumming
(But) heaven sure had different plans cuz the devil? He's still-a-coming
(He) told me I could be a six-string picker, lighting any stadium on fire
He said it was free under one condition: "I take your life in three years' time"
Oh no
"I take your life in three years' time"
At the stroke of twelve I turn 24 that's when I gotta make my decision
Do I go to hell and burn my soul for three years of singing and picking?
Well, momma told me to watch myself, pay attention and keep my head on a swivel
But I promised her that I'd help us so the ink is dry and my fingers are itching like
My fingers are itching like
Well name a stage, you bet I've played it and raised the roof and brought the house Down
(And) made it rain, turned strings to flames but I hate to say it's my final countdown
Before I go let momma know that she owns my bank account now
I built a home from solid gold, she ain't got nothing to worry about now
Oh no
She ain't got nothing to worry about now
Oh no
Before I know three years is gone, turned 27 at the crossroads
Lord, I know the deal is done cuz that dirty bloody devil he came-a-knockin
Robert J and Kurt Cobain and Amy, they're a watching
Valerie and Purple Haze are playing and I can hear Janis Joplin Saying
La da da la da da da La da da La da da da da
La da da La da da da La da da La da da da da da da

Written by:
Shannon Winant

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