Lyrics Built By Nations - Greta Van Fleet

Built By Nations

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