The Devil's Infantry

(álbum: The Catastrophists - 2021)

Marched through the badlands
Marched five hundred miles
Marched into your living room
Unbathed and uninvited
Set fire to everything here to the sea
Marching with the devil's infantry
There's a blackout in the kitchen
Now come the servants and the cooks
Felt the tap upon my shoulder
Son, that's not how it works
So I torched the place to see what I can see
And there they were, the devil's infantry
Now, I don't care if you believe it
I won't blame you if you don't
But somehow the devil's paycheck ended up in my account

Like poetry and fire
In the sky, for all to see
Guess who's marching with the devil's infantry?

There'll be no dancing tonight
There'll be no dancing tonight
There'll be no dancing tonight
There'll be no dancing tonight