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