Divine Wind Lyrics

Blood of bat, tail of newt

Wing of metal, gold or steel

Fight of health, flash of pain

Staff of life, or poison rain



If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell



Fast food, fast cars

Fast women, movie stars

Time of trouble, time of trial

Turn to Memphis, pray awhile



If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell



Anxious lovers, bums in the street

Jackals in waistcoats, men in sheets

Purple mountains, waves of grain

Grace of God, thy will be done



If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell

If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell

(shouted) If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell