The Devil's Infantry

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 beliеve it I won't blame you if you don't Somehow, thе 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 There’ll be no dancing tonight