Greta Van Fleet – Built By Nations Lyrics

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

Woah, the trouble gets so loud
When all of hell tries to drag you down
Woah, the wounded warrior
Woah, on this battleground

Who is he to think of his survival?
When a man must kill his home
Standing naked in the breast of cannons
When companions are alone
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Woah, the trouble gets so loud
When all of hell tries to drag you down
Woah, the wounded warrior
Woah, on this battleground
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Woah, the trouble gets so loud (gets so loud)
Woah, the wounded warrior (warrior)