Shout To The Devil Lyrics

Son said the precher 'fore I break the newsLet me take you to the heart of this promised landBuilt on the green hill far awayWhere somebody cried where somebody died in the windYou don't have to run to the palaces of goldThose bricks and mortar one day must surely fallAnd son you will look Monroe right between the eyesAnd pray that somehow someone's goona come alongAnd save her, save her soulSHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKYSHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH PREACHER TEACHERIt's in the hearts it's in the soulLook no further than your own back yardLive your life as it should be livedFollow your heart for the truth is everlastingAnd the wind runs cold in the blood of menTHe bread is dry, stale pushed into the back of you mindAnd a senator's dream running wild todayAnd the bid duke's star in deathStill fighting off the hounds of hellAnd we all fall short of the glory my friendEven all the king's horses and all the king's business menI've got a golden eagle flying highBut I and I still find it hard to keep the wolves at baySHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKYSHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH PREACHER TEACHERIt's in the hearts it's in the soulLook no further than your own backyardLive your life as it should be livedFollow your heart for the truth is everlastingIT IS FINISHED