Help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue The sins of father, sins of the son You really had a plan when you cursed every man With everything he had to have but one A bullet that could kill the Devil's tongue They say what goes in is bad enough, but what comes out is death Let's hunt it down and kill it before it takes another breath It'll sew the seeds of darkness, sew the seeds of doubt And block the truth from ever getting out If you had a chance to take it back you'd lay your money down With a fighting chance to offer up forgiveness by the pound We've all been down that street before and up that creek as well Just running from what we can't ever tell So help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue The sins of father, sins of the son You really had a plan when you cursed every man With everything he had to have but one A bullet that could kill the Devil's tongue Some times she's just a whisper with whiskey on her breath Like a smoke ring through the key hole creeping in like death Sometimes she is a fog horn, sounding in the dark Drowning all the darkness in her heart So help me God, to kill the Devil's tongue The sins of father, sins of the son You really had a plan when you cursed every man With everything he had to have but one A bullet that could kill the Devil's tongue