Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Hold on tight, it's about to get serious What's this, there's a public outcry? Someone quoted what an idiot said Rumour has it things are gonna get nasty Whilst half the world sleeps in their beds "My truth is truer than your truth" And 'cos your book disagrees with mine I'm gonna wipe you from existence Then wipe my slate clean of this grime There's fork in the road, which way will you go? The fuse is lit; this place is gonna blow Hold on tight it's about to get serious, brace yourself, it's about to get real There's a danger this could make you delirious, it's not about faith, it's 'bout the way you feel This is the shit your daddy warned y'bout, bells and sirens fill your head So pack your bags with all your doubts, and run, run, run before the Devil knows you're dead Hold on, did I hear you preaching? What was that about right and wrong? Organise your flock and followers This black sheep sings a different song I possess a moral compass And I don't need your mass control When all you seek is wealth and power No matter how you reach that goal If it gives you comfort, well and good Just keep your vicious poison from my blood Hold on tight it's about to get serious, brace yourself, it's about to get real There's a danger this could make you delirious, it's not about faith, it's 'bout the way you feel This is the shit your daddy warned y'bout, bells and sirens fill your head So pack your bags with all your doubts, and run, run, run before the Devil knows you're dead Faith's a gift that I'm yet to be blessed with But that doesn't make me better, make me worse It seems to me when placed into the wrong hands Every blessing turns into a curse, turns into a curse Hold on tight it's about to get serious, brace yourself, it's about to get real There's a danger this could make you delirious, it's not about faith, it's 'bout the way you feel Hold on tight it's about to get serious, brace yourself, it's about to get real There's a danger this could make you delirious, it's not about faith, it's 'bout the way you feel This is the shit your daddy warned y'bout, bells and sirens fill your head So pack your bags with all your doubts, and run, run, run before the Devil knows you're dead