Testo
Help me, God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of the father, the sins of the son
You really had a plan when you cursed every man
With everything he had to have but one
A bullet that could kill the Devil's tongue
They say what goes in is bad enough, but what comes out is death
Let's hunt it down and kill it 'fore it takes another breath
It'll sew the seeds of darkness, sew the seeds of doubt
And block the truth from ever getting out, hey
If you had a chance to take it back, you'd lay your money down
With a fighting chance to offer up forgiveness by the pound
We've all been down that street before and up that creek as well
Running from what we can't ever tell
So help me, God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of the father, the sins of the son
You really had a plan when you cursed every man
With everything he had to have but one
A bullet that could kill the Devil's tongue
Sometimes she's just a whisper with whiskey on her breath
Like a smoke ring through the keyhole, creeping in like death
But sometimes she is a foghorn, sounding in the dark
Drowning all the darkness of the heart
So help me, God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of the father, the sins of the son
You really had a plan when you cursed every man
With everything he had to have but one
A bullet that could kill the Devil's tongue
