Playing With Fire
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

Yeah one good ‘ole boy with a foot in the grave,
tied to heavens hell as a mortal slave,
A sin city sinner one more soul depraved
Awaiting Saint Peter for the final grade.

Back up Saint Peter
my souls against the wall,
send me to hell,
I’m ready for the fall.

Tell the devil I’m comin and I’m wrapped in barbed wire,
my spirit’s restless and likes playin with fire.

My jaw ain’t just jack’n, I aim on attack’n
these bones may be old and brittle and crack’n
but if hell’s got gin I don’t intend to be slack’n

Lucy will probably give me one hell of a beating,
but I’ve had worse than that at a revival meeting.
The preachers there told me my prospects were fleet’n
But the Lord knows I refuse to be beaten

Come on devil,
I’m on the level,
heaven’s too dull,
I’m here to gnaw on yur skull,
I’m gonna revel in the pleasure of your pain,
I’ve been alive, I’ve been insane,
yeah I know you devil… we are the same.