in three years' time - Stripped Back

The devil works with idle hands, well these hands? They're a strumming
 (But) heaven sure had different plans cuz the devil? He's still-a-coming
 (He) told me I could be a six-string picker, lighting any stadium on fire
 He said it was free under one condition: "I take your life in three years' time"
 Oh no
 "I take your life in three years' time"
 At the stroke of twelve I turn 24 that's when I gotta make my decision
 Do I go to hell and burn my soul for three years of singing and picking?
 Well, momma told me to watch myself, pay attention and keep my head on a swivel
 But I promised her that I'd help us so the ink is dry and my fingers are itching like
 My fingers are itching like
 Well name a stage, you bet I've played it and raised the roof and brought the house Down
 (And) made it rain, turned strings to flames but I hate to say it's my final countdown
 Before I go let momma know that she owns my bank account now
 I built a home from solid gold, she ain't got nothing to worry about now
 Oh no
 She ain't got nothing to worry about now
 Oh no
 Before I know three years is gone, turned 27 at the crossroads
 Lord, I know the deal is done cuz that dirty bloody devil he came-a-knockin
 Robert J and Kurt Cobain and Amy, they're a watching
 Valerie and Purple Haze are playing and I can hear Janis Joplin Saying
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