Robin Loxley, Jay Hawke - Crop Won't Ever Come

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Now the day that the lord rained down
The skies screamed of race through the clouds
You’re gonna pay for the hell that 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 rain’s gonna burn like the sun
That crop won’t ever come
The devil’s rising in
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
The devil’s rising
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 devil’s rising in
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
The devil’s rising
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh
That crop won’t ever come
That crop won’t ever come
That crop won’t ever come
That crop won’t ever come
That crop won’t ever come
That crop won’t ever come
The devil’s rising in
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
The devils rising
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
The devil’s rising in
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
The devils rising
Oh yeah
Oh yeah