A Knock Upon the Door Lyrics

Hell! sang the young minstrel, hang tightly to your purses!
Bitter winter on this blonde city and utter curses!
The song ended and the onlookers did roar
Were I sincere, you bet Id hear
A knock upon the doorHell! went the Muse, intent, you take me for granted!
Youve made me a harlot, if I may be candid!
The label dropped her, not before they shopped her in a bidding war
Were I sincere, you bet Id hear
A knock upon the doorThe tired minstrel, leaving town, heard the Muses weeping
He turned up the Elvis tape in his grey car, creeping
Sex and Death! Was I not the breadth among the two? she poured
Were you sincere, I bet youd hear
my knock upon your door!He said, Dear Muse, Come here! Need a lift somewhere?
Youve got the wrong man, I was only kidding back there.
I worship you! Forgive me for behaving like such a boor.
I am sincere: I hope to hear
Your knock upon my door!The Causeless Cause of Flawless Flaws has video on you. She scorned.
Evidence, in none defense, should I have you burned, deformed.

Hey! Hell is real and so will be your sores!
Heck with sincere, hark, I hear
A knock upon the door.The derisive Muse said, your therapy isnt working, is it?
Memphis huckster-Hitler-hustler! Arent you a Clear yet?
Always brooding the meaning of sex, pretending to be poor.
Klock is here! Hark, I hear
A knock upon the door.His head throbbed under her voice, ubiquitous and soft
Beads streamed from his hair, soaking his black t-shirts cloth
gut feeling was to leave her words on the cutting-room floor
He thought, If I stay here, Ill never hear
That knock upon the doorMuse, exhausted, peered the accosted, her hand on her abdomen
A human voice to her songs, she could not condemn
Because of a communion they had had of yore
The blessed day is near, soon theyll hear
A knock upon the door