Help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of father, 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 before it takes another breath
It'll sew the seeds of darkness, sew the seeds of doubt
And block the truth from ever getting out
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
Just running from what we can't ever tell
So help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of father, 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
Some times she's just a whisper with whiskey on her breath
Like a smoke ring through the key hole creeping in like death
Sometimes she is a fog horn, sounding in the dark
Drowning all the darkness in her heart
So help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of father, 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
The sins of father, 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 before it takes another breath
It'll sew the seeds of darkness, sew the seeds of doubt
And block the truth from ever getting out
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
Just running from what we can't ever tell
So help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of father, 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
Some times she's just a whisper with whiskey on her breath
Like a smoke ring through the key hole creeping in like death
Sometimes she is a fog horn, sounding in the dark
Drowning all the darkness in her heart
So help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue
The sins of father, 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