Текст песни Robin Loxley & Jay Hawke — Crop Wont Ever Come

Now the day that the Lord rained down
The skies screamed of race through the clouds
You're gonna pay for the hell what you've done
That crop won't ever come

You laughed in the face of the Lord
You joked in the presence of God
Now the rains gonna burn like the Sun
That crop won't ever come

The devils risin-in oh yeah oh yeah
The devils risin yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah and that crop won't ever come

You howl like a wolf in the night
You prowl where you once saw the light
You can pray for the rain for the sun
But that crop won't ever come

The devils risin-in oh yeah oh yeah
The devils risin yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah and that crop won't ever come

Oh that crop won't ever come
That crop won't ever come
That crop won't ever come

The devils risin-in oh yeah oh yeah
The devils risin yeah oh yeah
Oh yeah and that crop won't ever come