Let me take you to the heart of this promised land
Built on the green hill far away
Where somebody cried where somebody died in the wind
You don't have to run to the palaces of gold
Those bricks and mortar one day must surely fall
And son you will look Monroe right between the eyes
And pray that somehow someone's goona come along
And save her, save her soul
SHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKY
SHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH PREACHER TEACHER
It's in the hearts it's in the soul
Look no further than your own back yard
Live your life as it should be lived
Follow your heart for the truth is everlasting
And the wind runs cold in the blood of men
THe bread is dry, stale pushed into the back of you mind
And a senator's dream running wild today
And the bid duke's star in death
Still fighting off the hounds of hell
And we all fall short of the glory my friend
Even all the king's horses and all the king's business men
I've got a golden eagle flying high
But I and I still find it hard to keep the wolves at bay
SHOUT TO THE DEVIL SHOUT TO THE SKY
SHOUT TO THE GODS ALMIGHTY HIGH PREACHER TEACHER
It's in the hearts it's in the soul
Look no further than your own backyard
Live your life as it should be lived
Follow your heart for the truth is everlasting
IT IS FINISHED