Hip shaking grooves into punishing sonic blows that meld into a wild, ripping solo
Will Cote Munroe - lead & rhythm guitar/lead vocals/author
Johnny Giancaspro - Bass
Evan Giancaspro - Drums
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Remaining blameless, attaining what you desire
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Well,
Hello,
How're you doing baby?
The last time you seen me
I was wiping that grin off your face
Now I'm down on the ground again,
But I'm getting back up,
Gotta find a way,
Gotta find a way to fill my up
Do what you oughta babe
And get out the way
You can't tell me nothin' that you didn't since say,
Rock with the devil you gotta carry the load,
Or pay up your dollars babe,
It's his road now.
Gonna fill my cup,
Gonna fill it right up,
You wanna fill your cup?
Hah
Nothin's enough
Now,
I know,
More than I used to.
Had my eyes to the ground,
What I've lost now I've found,
The city knows I'm not messing around.
Now,
You'll go,
Home like you should do,
'Cause you burned your last bridge,
Now your soul privilege,
Is to hear how we get down.
Do what you oughta babe
And get out the way
You can't tell me nothin' that you didn't since say,
Rock with the devil you gotta carry the load,
Or pay up your dollars babe,
It's his road now.
Now I know, you uh,
Said you regret what you did, but
You have these
Devilish inhibitions,
I just can't forgive.
I know what you want and,
You know
Do what you oughta babe
And get out the way
You can't tell me nothin' that you didn't since say,
Rock with the devil you gotta carry the load,
Or pay up your dollars babe,
It's his road now.
Gonna fill my cup,
Gonna fill it right up,
You wanna fill your cup?
Hah.
Nothin's enough.
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