Throwing back whiskey and gin
The devil sits down with leaders of men
He's got big plans for destruction and sin
Rosemary's baby and wars to begin
The worst nightmares while awake
Tornadoes, voices, huge earthquakes
Angel on the shoulder starts to tremble and shake
He's stealing souls in boots of snake

Now we're throwing up the whiskey and gin
With georgia fiddles we must defend
Our loves the best there's ever been
Proverbial punches to the chin
Stop and change, turn and fight
A calvary of souls, goodnight goodnight
In the house of rising sight
He's stealing souls in boots of snake.