Von Attica - Deep End

Downstairs I saw the devil
Dressed in white
Deep inside
I want to leave, don't want to try

This could be hell
This could be heaven
We won't know unless we scratch three sevens

Running again, shooting to spin
Nothing to loose
Gold tooth and a linchpin
Riding the wind, pistol in hand
You can't count the cost
When you're lost in the deep end
Deep End

Too soon to revel too late to leave
I find the door with no lock or key
Those money bags they know how to ring
I'm stuck right where I want to be

This could be hell
This could be heaven
I took the silver now we're down to eleven

Running again, shooting to spin
Nothing to loose
Gold tooth and a linchpin
Riding the wind, pistol in hand
You can't count the cost
When you're lost in the deep end
Deep End

Running again, shooting to spin
Nothing to loose
Gold tooth and a linchpin
Riding the wind, pistol in hand
Can't count the cost
When you're lost in the deep end
Deep End

Written by:
Blake Samperi, Joseph Mabe

Publisher:
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