The Hellacopters - 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 ma** 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 s** 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