Evil In the Bag
Cursed
Room Full of Sinners
Evil, In the Bag
They ain't got a reason, to make you want to sigh
Jealousy and treason, the fire gets you high
5-knuckle shuffle, will you get to the point
Missed the bus and you ran out of luck
And the patience wore thinner as they ruined the joint
I like to be kissed before i...1, 2, 3, 4
See no light, get it right
Your virtues are a drag
Pardon our assumption
Your evil's in a bag
There will be a season, when everything must die
So count your minutes pleasing
The fire in your eye
God only knows what you're doing at night
You made the train and the top of the list
So the devil threw a party, everyone came
She likes to be asked before she's kissed
Room full of sinners on a Saturday night
The joint jumped and The Cursed threw a fist
And the party fizzled, room had the groove
Who cares if she wants to be kissed
See no light, get it right
Your virtues are a drag
Pardon our assumption
Your evil's in a bag