Helter Skelter

We were killing the blues

With a bottle of Jack

Ouija board and shaky fingers

Digging Their Satanic Majesties Request

And tripping to a drugged up Jagger

We were going on and on about the ancient tones

And that crossroads shadowy figure

Then my buddy started calling on the ghost of Robert Johnson

He said he wanted to make a deal with that very same devil

Well I started shooting off at the mouth

I was growing sick of his drunken banter

I'd had enough of the Rolling Stones by then

So I loaded up the Beatles Helter Skelter

Then I blindly shuffled a full deck of cards

And laid them all flat out on the table

I pulled 3 aces and the one-eyed Jack

Then said, Go ahead now, make your deal with the devil

I said Do you, don't you, want me to love you?

You ain't gambling with nothing but forever

So go ahead, take your chance and call

But, brother, it ain't gonna end up in your favor.

So he bit his lip, and drew a pair of queens

Said lady Luck is my only savior

I said, buddy, she done sent you to hell tonight.

As I displayed my aces in triple

He jumped the table and tried to choke me out

As I twisted my boot knife into his liver

And I said You done picked the wrong night.

To make your deal with the devil.

Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter

Helter Skelter