Divine wind

(D. Roeser) Blood of bat, tail of newt Wing of metal, gold or steel Fight of health, flash of pain Staff of life, or poison rain If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell Fast food, fast cars Fast women, movie stars Time of trouble, time of trial Turn to Memphis, pray awhile If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell Anxious lovers, bums in the street Jackals in waistcoats, men in sheets Purple mountains, waves of grain Grace of God, thy will be done If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell (shouted) If he really thinks we're the devil, then let's send 'em to hell