Well I’ve got a busted lip
I've got a cold black eye,
but there’ll be rainclouds hovering
on the fourth of July...
The Devil he said,
“God, I wanna see you cry.
Cause we’re just two dogs tonight.”

“And I’m a piece of meat,
and you’re a bloody knife and
I’m just gonna go bad
unless you bite down and slice.
I wanna know that I’m the bastard
who just made you strike!
Oh, the streets will be burning tonight.”

I just sat there believing
on President and 4th.
The pavement started screaming; God
suddenly down on all fours...
He reached for the street
gave ole Satan one hell of a score,
but Baby, this was the Devil’s Night.

And that moon, boy it cried
“some day, we’ll all look back and laugh.”
It was hot, hot, hot
and the clouds they all turned black…
God, he caught the Devil’s eye…
and the Devil, he smiled back.
He said “Boy, can’t you see the light?”

Will I see no light?
Well, I see no light.
And that’s alright,
But I see no light.
Can’t see no light...
Well, I see no light.
And that’s alright
cause tonight…
Yeah, tonight…

Tonight we’re gonna salt the earth
(Salt the earth)
Tonight we're gonna salt the earth,
I don’t care if it hurts.
Tonight we’re gonna salt the earth
(Salt the earth)
Don’t tell that me we’re better off,
let’s just make it worth:

Every second we’ve spent just trying to make sense
of this whole fuckin thing. I don’t know why we’d bring
back a shot in the dark, it’s a shock to my heart
and I can feel the drugs seeping deeper into my brain...
I'll lose control of my veins; pumping mud, gasoline,
and I’m still trying to rip all the brass off this ring,
but my fingers won’t budge,
They cried out, “What is love?”
The Devil said “it ain’t nothing but a loaded gun.
“What’s the matter, son?”
“Aren’t you having fun?”
“You can get a head start, but it won’t help you none.”
“You’ll wear the soles off your shoes
and burn a hole in the sun.”
“Boy, there ain’t no use in trying to run…”
“You know the road’ll keep growing
and you’ll know we’ve become
every monster we’ve loved
every charlatan scum…”
“Every poor excuse for fathers,
every prodigal son...”
“Every registered gun,
every messenger stunned…”
“Every minute that the livid
take the Senate and run!
And right after they’ve gone
and the vision’s begun,
I’ll look up from the cracks
and whisper ‘job well done.’
You’ll drop to your knees
beg the heavens and plead...
And I’ll smile from the dirt
To let you know it was me.”