Besedila: 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