Lyrics The Hellacopters

The Hellacopters

The Devil Stole The Beat From The Lord

Got you concerned by some unconscious mistake

A bit blacker magic for that soul selling 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 tongues

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

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

It's hard to smile

When you choke on your laughter

But the Lord works in mysterious ways

Without a hint or a clue

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

Do you got what it takes

Keep braggin' like a brat that you got away

Thought you'd last till the end

But you don't have the means, oh no, you don't

The Devil stole the beat from the Lord

And the melody sway

You're goin' down and you have to pay

[Incomprehensible]

Yeah, you have to pay