"Built By Nations" lyrics - GRETA VAN FLEET

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

[Chorus:]
Woah, the trouble gets so loud
When all of hell tried to drag you down
Woah, the wounded warrior
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
Where companions are alone

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh

[Chorus:]
Woah, the trouble gets so loud
When all of hell tried to drag you down
Woah, the wounded warrior
On this battleground

[Instrumental]

[Outro:]
Woah, the trouble gets so loud, gets so loud
Woah, the wounded warrior, warrior