The Devil

First there was a memory and the promise of days to come And then the sound and the fury of hurricanes on the ground But my home, it's not a place It's a tone in the haze of the morning sun Here in the land of pleasures, how blessed are we to roam So turn, turn down the offers that promise to bring you home 'Cause your home, it's not a place It's a tone in the haze of the morning sun So burn, burn down to ashes what's meant to be burnt alone And blow, blow up the houses And the wind in return will blow up your home