The Devil's Infantry Lyrics
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