in three years' time (Stripped Back) Lyrics

The devil works with idle hands, well these hands? They're a strumming

(But) heaven sure had different plans cuz the devil? He's still-a-coming

(He) told me I could be a six-string picker, lighting any stadium on fire

He said it was free under one condition: "I take your life in three years' time"

Oh no

"I take your life in three years' time"

At the stroke of twelve I turn 24 that's when I gotta make my decision

Do I go to hell and burn my soul for three years of singing and picking?

Well, momma told me to watch myself, pay attention and keep my head on a swivel

But I promised her that I'd help us so the ink is dry and my fingers are itching like

My fingers are itching like

Well name a stage, you bet I've played it and raised the roof and brought the house Down

(And) made it rain, turned strings to flames but I hate to say it's my final countdown

Before I go let momma know that she owns my bank account now

I built a home from solid gold, she ain't got nothing to worry about now

Oh no

She ain't got nothing to worry about now

Oh no

Before I know three years is gone, turned 27 at the crossroads

Lord, I know the deal is done cuz that dirty bloody devil he came-a-knockin

Robert J and Kurt Cobain and Amy, they're a watching

Valerie and Purple Haze are playing and I can hear Janis Joplin Saying

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