Built by Nations by Greta Van Fleet Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 tries to drag you down
Woah, the wounded warrior
On this battleground

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
Woah, the trouble gets so loud
When all of hell tries 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