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
Copyright © Jeremy Fredde | Year Posted 2010
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