Donna Beasley: Music

They’ll eat your soul to feed their power
And there’s more like you coming by the hour
To grab a brass ring with a hole in the middle
Where everything falls through leaving you so little
In this

City of devils
City of devils
City of devils
City of devils

Like Lot went to Sodom and Gomorrah
Many come to seek their fortunes
But wickedness that seems to prosper
Will someday be turned to salty pillars
In this

City of devils
City of devils
City of devils
City of devils

They’ll eat your soul to feed their power
And there’s more like you coming by the hour
So don’t let them leave your life in ruin
Remember, there is no undoin’
What you do in this

City of devils
City of devils
City of devils
City of devils

City of devils
City of devils
City of devils
City of devils