The Things You Do Lyrics
The hell you dish outComes back three-fold to youInside your riddled rotten coreI hope you get what you deserveWorse & even more[Chorus]How can you do the things you do?You make Satan look like ChristI swear its trueHow could you do the things you do?The Rolling Stones once sang a tuneSinging words of sympathyYet none were sung for youIf the lord of darkness seen you comin' his wayHe'd get on his kneesAnd look to Jesusand start to pray
Zakk Wylde The Things You Do