A Devil in God's Country Songtext
von Lamb of God
A Devil in God's Country Songtext
Down south soldier
Third world soldier
My vengeance will be swift and terrible
Many will die.
I am the distance between two points
I dig holes brother.
Well, I′ve got a bone to pick
And a nerve to pluck
And a home to wreck.
I've got ends to meet
So I′ve got a job to do.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Stick to your guns
The difference is mine are loaded.
Taste the sting of your arrogance
Stuck in this screeching bitch called life
Drop the coins and send you to Charon.
I will have my vengeance
In this life or the next.
Well, I've got a sucker to punch
And a back to stab
A head to kick in
And a throat to to slit.
I've got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.
I′ve got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Step back before you′re the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Step back before you're the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Third world soldier
My vengeance will be swift and terrible
Many will die.
I am the distance between two points
I dig holes brother.
Well, I′ve got a bone to pick
And a nerve to pluck
And a home to wreck.
I've got ends to meet
So I′ve got a job to do.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Stick to your guns
The difference is mine are loaded.
Taste the sting of your arrogance
Stuck in this screeching bitch called life
Drop the coins and send you to Charon.
I will have my vengeance
In this life or the next.
Well, I've got a sucker to punch
And a back to stab
A head to kick in
And a throat to to slit.
I've got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.
I′ve got a job to do
Harsh and unrepentant.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Step back before you′re the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Step back before you're the next to get served
With some Southern hospitality.
Acrimonious and sanctified
Call me what you will.
Writer(s): John Campbell, Will Adler, David Randall Blythe, Mark Morton, Chris Adler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com