nYours for the Askingnn(written by: Dakota Aesquivel)nnHe was down in Macon, Georgia at a crossroad outskirts of townnSatan appeared with a red dress and beer and a road map (and a dog on her lap)nShe said,nI’ve traveled long and hard through fissures of spacenSo can I have just a moment of your timenI see you’re disenchanted and I think I can help younTimes are tough, had enough? Just tell me, I cannBanish all that drama and jivenFeelin’ weak? Not unique? Help me help younAll I ask is your after life...nnI got fire and brimstone just to blow your mindnI can thrown down thunder just to pass my timenAll this and many morenIs yours for the askingnnRight at that moment, it’s not that he consentednBut thoughts of a band raced throughnRight there appeared, from a mystical spherenA rhythm section, with a groove of perfectionnnBefore he knew it, they were tearing into itnAnd jamming through “Highway to Hell”nWith every measure, he encountered this pleasurenAnd the price tag was his after-lifennI got fire and brimstone just to blow your mindnI can thrown down thunder just to pass my timenAll this and many morenIs yours for the askingnnI can blow down mountains with a huff of my breathnSeduce any woman and avoid any debtnAll this and many more nIs yours for the askingnnSo the next time you’re mind your businessnOn a crossroads on the outskirts of townnYou think your soul needs a little rock ‘n roll just beware nown(it’s better to disavow it)nnI’m not saying, that dude was me playingnBut I think that I’m running out of timenYou see, someone is looking for menAnd I ain’t ready for the after-lifennfire and brimstone just to blow your mindnI can thrown down thunder just to pass my timenAll this and many morenIs yours for the askingnnI can blow down mountains with a huff of my breathnSeduce any woman and avoid any debtnAll this and many more nIs yours for the askingnnAll this and many more nIs yours for the askingnnAll this and many more nIs yours for the askingnn