I’ve been talking, talking most of the day, just trying to keep my creditors at bay.

You can hear them gathering outside my front door, with steely eyes and my ears toward the floor.

What are you going to say that I haven’t heard before, what are you going to say as I’m headed for the door…Let em in, let them in..

It’s like waves of sin washing ashore…

There is something strange going around here, my friends are carrying guns out of fear.

The government is on strike, they left me here fighting for my life..

What are you going to say that I haven’t heard before, what are you going to say as I’m headed for the door…Let em in, let them in..

You can hear them knocking on my front door, looking for money out of my wallet, only I have money, i just got my soul and my soul isn’t worth anything on the common market.

What are you going to say that I haven’t heard before, what are you going to say as I’m headed for the door…Let em in, let them in..