Hey there Mr. Guitar Man Hey there, it's been awhile, my friend I'm looking to score some of those drugs again I just want to get high as hell and stay that way untill the world ends Yeah I'm standing at the Devil's door again No need to knock, I just walk on in Hey there, Mr. Devil Man With the drugs in one and your guitar in the other hand. Hey there, Mr. Guitar Man. Play that thing like only the devil can Cranked up, melted strings Amped and Damned A six string slinger with a wicked hand. Got the mosh pits hittin hard at eleven Got the head's bangin from here to hell and back, all the way, and Even up in heaven Hey there my friend, play that thing like only the devil can Hey there, Mr. Guitar Man Well I had the devil knocking on my door again, so I answered it and said to him Hey there, Mr. Guitar Man Yeah Hey there, come on inside, my friend Just two steps in, he stopped and turned to me with that Devil's grin He threw me the drugs he had held in his hand, that six string tombstone hangin from his neck, swung it around and took out his pick. He said, these days I'm playing from the reaper's hand. When the heavy riffs die and the room turns red, when my fingers fall off because I'm already dead, I will keep on playing for as long as i can. I will haunt you like a six string ghost straight from the reaper's hand Well then, hey there, my friend, play that thing like only the devil can Hey there, Mr. Guitar Man.
