The Devil's Infantry

The Devil's Infantry - Tom Morello/The Bloody Beetroots

Lyrics by：Tom Morello/Simone Cogo

Composed by：Tom Morello/Simone Cogo

Marched through the badlands

Marched five hundred miles

Marched into your living room

Albeit uninvited

Set fire to everything here to the sea

Marching with the devil's infantry

There's a blackout in the kitchen

Now come the servants and the cooks

Felt the tap upon my shoulder

Son that's not how it works

So I torched the place to see what I can see

And there they were the devil's infantry

I don't care if you believe it

I won't blame you if you don't

Somehow the devil's paycheck ended up in my account

Like poetry and fire

In the sky for all to see

Guess who's marching with the devil's infantry

There'll be no dancing tonight

There'll be no dancing tonight

There'll be no dancing tonight

By you way

I will flying

I will flying

By you way

By you way

I will flying

I will flying

By you way

There'll be no dancing tonight