©2008 David Moody
The man stole the knocker off of
Death’s door
And he keeps it in a locker on the
87th floor
And I think that’s why the devil don’t come ‘round
No more
He’s so bad
Then he stole all the fear from the dark of
The night
And just turned it into the broad
Daylight
Where he could see what was wrong, and make it
Alright
I’m so glad
I’m so glad when everything’s alright
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