Monday, August 10, 2009

When Everything's Alright

©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
Where he could see what was wrong, and make it
I’m so glad
I’m so glad when everything’s alright

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