Nothing else matters
The devil grins from ear to ear
when he sees the hand he's dealt us
Points at your flaming hair,
and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here,
less our trail's gone cold behind us
Till' in the john mirror you stare
at yourself grown old and weak
when he sees the hand he's dealt us
Points at your flaming hair,
and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here,
less our trail's gone cold behind us
Till' in the john mirror you stare
at yourself grown old and weak