Greta Van Fleet - Built by Nations

When a man must walk the Devil's road, oh
Churning up the earth below
He is bound to brothers built by nations
With no pride to call his own

Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
When all of Hell tries to drag you down
Whoa, the wounded warrior
whoa, on this battleground

Who is he to think of his survival
When a man must kill his home?
Standing naked in the breast of canyons
Where companions are alone

Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
When all of Hell tries to drag you down
Whoa, the wounded warrior
whoa, on this battleground

Whoa, the trouble gets so loud
Gets so loud
Whoa, the wounded warrior
Warrior

Written by:
Daniel Robert Wagner, Jacob Thomas Kiszka, Joshua Michael Kiszka, Samuel Francis Kiszka

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Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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