They say heaven is a place where you don't make a sound
So drag me back to hell where the living is loud
Cause I've been out of range, calling angels with fire
Screaming make some fucking music as I ride on through the night
I'm no good
(Ooooh) I'm no good
I'm no good
Once betrayed now I'm laid back I don't make a sound
With rage that I've paved when my head hit the ground
Ashamed how I laid down afraid to call out
As he itched his trigger finger painting faces in the crowd
I'm no good
(Ooooh) I'm no good
I'm no good
I sold my sold to the devil and he gave me a guitar
I sold my sold to the devil in exchange to take me far
I sold my sold to the devil and he gave me a guitar to play rock n roll
I sold my sold to the devil and he gave me a guitar
I sold my sold to the devil in exchange to take me far
I sold my sold to the devil and he gave me a guitar to play rock n roll