Disciple The devil had a son, he liked to read from his Bible He liked to play with his guns, he saw Cain as his idol He left home when he was thirteen With nothing on his back but his black wings He saw the night sky like a gypsy He traveled the world and it’s cities And sometimes I wonder “Is heaven really what he was looking for?” With a mind like a freight train and a heart like a curse Two hands just like magnets pulling on the soul of the church And now they justify violence that’s how they justify crime And now he casts a mighty shadow over all of mankind Sometimes I wonder, “Is heaven really worth fighting for?” Disciples with rifles, Bang! Bang! With a bagful of black luck and six hundred and sixty-six bucks You might get @#$% for what that’s worth When the son of the devil controls the earth When the son of the devil controls the earth You better bite your tongue or you’re gonna get hurt The daughters of hell are giving birth When the son of the devil controls the earth Sometimes I wonder “Is heaven really just a metaphor?” Sometimes I wonder “Is heaven really worth waging war?” Disciples with rifles, Bang! Bang!
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