The Devil Stole The Beat From The Lord
Hellacopters
Grande Rock (1999)

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 conciense sore
but it feels so good when you scream for more

the devil stole the beat from the lord
it´s time to get 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 their air from your lungs
and they have you palyin´ such devious games
where no bets are even - the dealers always the same

now your illusions don´t seem so grand
what you call yours is just second hand
newer 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 lord works in mysterious ways
without a hint or a clue

the devil stole.....
do you got what it it takes
keep braggin´ like a brat thst you got away
thought you´d last ´til the end
but you don´t have the means

the devil.....
and the melody sway - you´re goin´ down and
you have to pay