Grace of god, thy will be done
Fast food, fast cars
Jackals in waistcoats, men in sheets
Vial of health, flask of pain
Anxious mothers, bums in the street
Staff of life or poison rain
Fast women, movie stars
Purple mountains, waves of grain
Then let's send him to hell
Time of trouble, time of trial
If he really thinks we're the devil
Turn to memphis, pray awhile
Then let's send him to hell
If he really thinks we're the devil
If he really thinks we're the devil