I was awake in the morning by
So I got up and went to see What all the knocking was for There stood the devil
With a box addressed to me He said, boy, I got something here I think you
ought to see I said, I know that I don't want it If it's anything from you Because
I hate everything you say And don't like anything you do You
smile kind of sly Because the package said from God There in the corner where I'm at
So I said, if it's from God Then why do you send it here by you?
He said, he always sends me When there's dirty work to do
This box is full of misery Poverty and shame To perfect you through your
suffering Till you're worthy of his name Well, I've been pretty patient But that
last line took the cake I just could not take no more I figured all that I could
take was pain So I told him what I thought of him And all his filthy lies And then I
fired the shot That got him right between the eyes I told him Jesus took my sickness
And my poverty away You nailed him to the cross yourself When you murdered him that
day The suffering that I do Will be for love, not for shame I'm already worthy by
his blood To wear his name And I know my father loves me And has only good in store
So you pack up all your jive Get away from my front door You can write my name on
packages Till I'm 92
But every single one Is going back to hell with you So you can pack it on up Get down
the road.
I said I know my father loves me and has only good in store.
So you just pack up all your jazz and get away from my front door.
You can write my name on packages till I'm 132.
But every single one is going back to hell with you.