Color my world all black & blueThe hell you dish outComes back three-fold to youInside your riddled rotten coreI hope you get what you deserveWorse, and even moreeven more, even more(Chorus)How could you do the things you do?You make Satan look like Christ, I swear its trueHow could you do the things you do?How could you do, the things you do?The Rolling Stones once sang a tuneSinging words of sympathyYet none were sung for youIf the lord of darkness seen you comin' his wayHe'd get on his knees and look to Jesusand start to pray
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