Divine Wind Lyrics - Blue Oyster Cult

Blood of bat, tail of newt 

Wing of metal, bone of steel 

Vial of health, flask of pain 

Staff of life or poison rain 

If he really thinks we're the devil 

Then let's send him to hell 

Fast food, fast cars 

Fast women, movie stars 

Time of trouble, time of trial 

Turn to memphis, pray awhile 

If he really thinks we're the devil 

Then let's send him to hell 

Anxious mothers, bums in the street 

Jackals in waistcoats, men in sheets 

Purple mountains, waves of grain 

Grace of god, thy will be done 

If he really thinks we're the devil 

Then let's send him to hell