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The Devil Makes Three - Chained To The Couch (Official Audio)

Listen to "Chained To The Couch" by The Devil Makes Three, an official audio track from their 2002 self-titled album. This song highlights the band's distinctive blend of Americana, folk, and punk with its gritty lyrics and dynamic rhythm. As a standout track from their debut album, "Chained To The Couch" captures the raw, energetic sound that defines The Devil Makes Three's early music. If you enjoyed this live performance, be sure to like, comment, and subscribe for more official audio, live sessions, and updates from The Devil Makes Three. Explore more from their 2002 self-titled album via the 'stream now' link below. Stream now: https://ffm.to/thedevilmakesthreemusic Follow The Devil Makes Three Website: https://thedevilmakesthree.com Instagram: / thedevilmakes3 Twitter: / thedevilmakes3 TikTok: / thedevilmakesthreemusic Facebook: / thedevilmakesthreemusic Lyrics: Well it's hot like ouch And I'm chained to the couch And my brain spits bad ideas out of my mouth Like a thousand words Circuits burst Crowds scream and here comes the hearse And I'm jumpin' now Outta' my chest As the crowds begin to scream And the winos wade into the barrooms To drink away the dreams And I can hear years worth of traffic Outside on that dirty street I can see the lights turn From red to black to blue to brown to green And I been starin' for so long My eyes begin to bleed Yes I been starin' for so long My eyes begin to bleed When I was a young one They told me I left my rights at the door An'a as I grow older this becomes true more and more Now I'm just starin' out that open door I should be screamin' But I ain't got no tears no more I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more I ain't got no tears ain't got no tears no more Guess I lost a few things that were dear to me Like my arms and my legs and my body and my soul and my will to speak Now they're just slidin' fast towards that ocean floor beneath Tryin' to not be pulled under by the waves and the weeds Rain on the roof fit together so click like a tailor made suit It's like pull, aim, click, bang, soar and shoot And the rain and wind they lick my skin 'Til it's freezin' smooth And they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds Oh yes they heal over years of a thousand bloody wounds (Chorus)