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Don't Come Knocking

from Limbs Appear by Holy Locust

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That lawman came knocking at my front door, I said lawman what you knocking on my front door for. He said "you been bad I'm here to take you away. You best start askin mercy from the gods that you pray." So he tried to put shackles around my wrists, but shackles around these wrists just don't ever fit. Seven times tried, seven times failed, just something about this boy just cannot be chained. As he turned to walk away, these the last words he heard me say.

You can't chain me you can't contain me, you can't tame me. I got something up my sleeve, I got something you can't believe. So don't you come knockin on my door.

That preacher man came knockin at my front door I said preacher whatchu knockin on my front door for? He said "you been bad you live a life of sin, you better star a-worryin about the end." Well Jesus can keep his wine, I'll drink my whiskey. Walkin on this water aint got nothing to do with me. Sin's my business, mischeif's my game, aint nothing you can say is gonna change my name. As he turned, to walk away, these the last words he heard me say.

You can't rule me, you can't school me, you can't fool me. I got something up my sleeve, I got something you can't believe. So don't you come knocking on my door.

You can knock knock knock all day long. I'm just gonna sit here and sing my song. You can knock knock knock until that door is on the floor.

That tax man came knockin at my front door, I said taxman whatchu knockin on my front door for. He said "you been bad you aint paid your dues, I'm here to make sure it is you who loose." That cash is just paper, gold's just a rock, I'm gettin real tired of this money talk. You can tax me to your hearts desire, but I'll be throwing them taxes on into the fire. As he turned to walk away, these the last words he heard me say.

You can't tell me, you can't sell me, you can't jail me. I got something up my sleeve, I got something that you won't believe. Don't you come knockin on my door.

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from Limbs Appear, released December 26, 2017

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