Devil At the Door

flushed down the toilet all of it all that smokie black stuff my hands are shaking; but my hands are on da cuffs but that voice is in my head im getting in da shower washin myself clean stop knockin on my shower power of making choice of clean that voice knocks hard im goin to buy a new wordrobe lets get rid of that smellin up dope my hans are really shakin now i mad it through work; i dont know how it knocks and knocks and just wont stop just keep on knocking i may just open up and give you a good rocking a good old fashoned socking and you devil are not so tough im gonna give you all my stuff with my cross and old-fashoned book youll go up in a puff i wont see your ashes no more on my floor if you try to use pressure to get in my family pressure will surly win who ever heard of the devil in defeat and the devil held down his head cause he knew he was beat i no longer the anti-social afraid to greet so go to hell in your thinking seat now i no longer hear the devils beat