Correction Lyrics When The Devil Knocks by Chris Orrick

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There ain't no Lord here, Dear Lord
Nobody watching or protecting
What you fear for
There's nothing moral about humans
Disillusioned, living in ruins
Most unsacred of unions
The Devil speaks fluent in influence
God's students lost
Busy disproving Newton
Must be thinking is he this f*cking stupid?
I'm a shoe-in for Heaven's Gates
My dues been accruing
You sitting in that waiting room stewing
Sweat dripping, anxious
Tie getting loosened
Knowing that you judgment is pursuant
To the life that you lived
Dirty shit that you been doing
You tried to make your soul translucent
Excuses taking the place of improvements
Your prayers been muted
You soul been wounded
That high horse you rode in on
Is f*cking useless

When the devil comes knocking
You don't got a lot of options
Body and soul rotten
God's forgotten, misbegotten
Downtrodden
But he ain't watching
When the devil comes knocking
You don't got a lot of options
Body and soul rotten
God's forgotten, misbegotten
Downtrodden
But he ain't watching

So do not fear God
And do not fear death
Because what is painful is easy to endure
And what is good is easy to get

And when God invites me up to have my interview
And tells me that my résumé reminds him of the sin in you
I'll remind her that you tried your best to do what's best
Without a second thought or consideration of what's next
And that you never told her children you were better for it
And that you asked if I could pass along a message for him
That if the God above is real and I was left below
That's not the kind of God I want and you should let me go

So Hello Mr. Self Righteous
Bury your pride beneath the shadow of the Cyprus
I can see it in your iris
You're lifeless
You might just
Pick and leave to fight ISIS
The Middle East, there isn't peace for those sightless
Those people need your beliefs
Spiritual crisis
You can enlighten them from underneath the Ficus
But really if they'd just remain tight-lipped
You might give
Some rationality
Some democracy
Western Culture the foundation of your Whiteness
Cause it's not a matter of wrong or right it's
A matter of these divine rights bitch
But man, f*ck it
Go on your crusade
Put your woman in place, make fun of somebody who's gay
Nobody's racist on Kill-A-Black-Kid-Tuesday
And it's cool to say the n-word when you rap along with 2 Chainz
But before you go all Liu Kang on Hussein's
You gotta tell 'em you're a Christian, and you pray
But goddamnit, today is a new day
And freedom tastes like gunpowder
Pass the Crest toothpaste

When the devil comes knocking
You don't got a lot of options
Body and soul rotten
God's forgotten, misbegotten
Downtrodden
But he ain't watching

So do not fear God
And do not fear death
Because what is painful is easy to endure
And what is good is easy to get

So when God invites me up to have my interview
And tells me that my résumé reminds him of the sin in you
I'll remind her that you tried your best to do what's best
Without a second thought or consideration of what's next
And that you never told her children you were better for it
And that you asked if I could pass along a message for him
That if the God above is real and I was left below

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