The Devil Don’t Own Me

He may have saluted the corrupted cross

In Hitler’s Germany,

or whispered to Judas Iscariot,

hanging from a tree,

he could have pulled the trigger finger

back in nineteen sixty three,

he may own the soul of rock and roll

but the Devil don’t own me.

He may pollute the air we breath

or the raging, deep blue, sea.

He may breath on pola...

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