Hellacopters The Devil Stole The Beat From The Lord Lyrics

The Devil Stole The Beat From The Lord Lyrics

Got you concerned by some unconcious mistake
A bit blacker magic for that soulselling sake
Kinda caught you cold - a wicked twist on your fate
Could call it crucifixion or subdue to create

Got you fooled by a mass demand
Bragging `bout fortunes you`re about to land
And your loudmouth got your conscious sore
But it feels so good when you scream for more

The devil stole the beat from the Lord
It`s time to set things straight
Bragging like a brat
That you got away
You`re goin` down and you have to pay

Got you counting numbers and talking in tounges
Got your name in blood suck the air from your lungs
And they have you playin` such devious games
Where no bets are even - the dealer`s always the same

Now your illusions they don`t seem so grand
What you call yours is just second hand
Never question what they want from you
Just get up and dance when they tell you to

It`s hard to smile
When you choke on your laughter
But the Lord works in mysterious ways
Without a hint or a clue

The devil stole the beat from the Lord
Do you got what it takes
Keep braggin` like a brat
That you got away
Thought you`d last `til the end
But you don`t have the means
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
And the melody sway
You`re goin` down and you have to pay