Alba s touto skladbou:
Grande Rock,
Got you concerned by some unconcious mistake
A bit blacker magic for that soulselling sake
Kinda caught you cold - a wicked twist on your fate
Could call it crucifixion or subdue to create
Got you fooled by a mass demand
Bragging ´bout fortunes you´re about to land
And your loudmouth got your conscious sore
But it feels so good when you scream for more
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
It´s time to set things straight
Bragging like a brat
That you got away
You´re goin´ down and you have to pay
Got you counting numbers and talking in tounges
Got your name in blood suck the air from your lungs
And they have you playin´ such devious games
Where no bets are even - the dealer´s always the same
Now your illusions they don´t seem so grand
What you call yours is just second hand
Never question what they want from you
Just get up and dance when they tell you to
It´s hard to smile
When you choke on your laughter
But the Lord works in mysterious ways
Without a hint or a clue
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
Do you got what it takes
Keep braggin´ like a brat
That you got away
Thought you´d last ´til the end
But you don´t have the means
The devil stole the beat from the Lord
And the melody sway
You´re goin´ down and you have to pay
