by tyler stenson © 2012 — ASCAP
“There is a fork in the road
Leading where the soul goes;
Heaven above or hell below.”
Then, with a grin, the Shadowed Salesmen said,
“… And the first to die is the lucky first one going home.”
The Devil came knocking at my door today
And tried to sell me something kind
But I had heard it all before
(And didn’t want to hurt no more)
So, I didn’t pay him no mind.
I don’t care where my bones lie when I go
Or what the words might say on stone
And if you ask me if I would like to be the last to die,
NO, cause then I’m the first to be alone.
The Devil came knocking at my door today
And tried to sell me something kind
But I had heard it all before
(And didn’t want to hurt no more)
So, I didn’t pay him no mind.
But he’s persistent as the beating of the heart in your chest
And he don’t stop until you’ve signed that dotted line.
So, when I looked him in the eye and said, “I’m not your guy,”
I saw the rage build in his eyes and his horns rise.
He snarled like a beast engulfed in misery
And I remained stone cold in the face
Because in a world as dark as this, I am unimpressed
With a lone devil and briefcase.
So, he came back with an army of his Broken Hearted
To try and strong arm me into the deal
But when you show up uninvited and bring with you the fight,
Oh, Devil, your problems just got real.
So, when the Devil came knocking at my door today
I think he thought he’d worn me thin
‘Til I invited him inside and delighted in his cries
As I showed him I’m darker man than him
And now he won’t come knocking again.