[Intro] (Distorted guitar riff plays - bluesy and sad) (Teddy-style ad-lib: "Ooh-ooh-ooh... Yeah, yeah...") (Heavy Kick Drum: THUMP... THUMP... THUMP) [Verse 1] (Vocals start low and breathy) I poured a double shot just to numb the sting Waiting on the phone for a call that doesn’t ring. I’ve been fighting shadows in the corner of the room Sweep ‘em under rugs with a broken handle broom. They say that trouble comes in threes, well I lost count at ten I’ve been knocked down, dragged out, and did it all again. My knuckles are bloody and my patience is thin But I ain’t letting the darkness win. [Pre-Chorus] (Organ swells, bass guitar slides in) I hear the knocking. (Knock, knock, knock) Yeah, I hear the knocking. (Knock, knock, knock) He wants to take my peace, wants to take my soul Wants to leave me empty in a deep dark hole. [Chorus] (Explosion of sound - Horns, drums, full raspy belt) So I tell the Devil, "Get away from my door!" I ain’t the man that I was before! You can bring the fire, you can bring the rain I’ve made a masterpiece out of my pain! I might be bruised, I might be sore But you ain’t getting inside no more! No, you ain’t getting inside no more! (Ooh, get back! Yeah!) [Verse 2] (Groove continues, bass-heavy) I’ve staring at the ceiling at 3 AM Asking for forgiveness for my latest sin. I’m a jagged pill, I’m a heavy load I’m a vintage engine on a rocky road. But there’s a light in the kitchen that I keep on Burning for the hope when the sun is gone. I locked the deadbolt, threw away the key The demons outside, they don’t belong to me. [Pre-Chorus] (Building tension) I hear the knocking. (Knock, knock, knock) It’s getting louder now. (Knock, knock, knock) He wants to steal the love, wants to steal the grace Wants to wipe the smile right off my face! [Chorus] (Full power) So I tell the Devil, "Get away from my door!" I ain’t the man that I was before! You can bring the fire, you can bring the rain I’ve made a masterpiece out of my pain! I might be bruised, I might be sore But you ain’t getting inside no more! No, you ain’t getting inside no more! [Bridge] (Music drops to just piano and a steady clap) (Vocals go into falsetto run) I’ve paid my dues. I’ve walked in these shoes. (Voice gets gritty and loud) I’ve been through the flood! I’ve tasted the mud! AND I’M STILL STANDING! YEAH, I’M STILL STANDING! [Guitar Solo] (Screaming, soulful blues guitar solo) [Chorus] (Maximum Volume, ad-libbing like crazy) So I tell the Devil, "Get away from my door!" (Get away, get away!) I ain’t the man that I was before! (No I ain't!) You can bring the fire, you can bring the rain I’ve made a masterpiece out of my pain! I might be bruised, I might be sore But you ain’t getting inside no more! [Outro] (Music fades to just the guitar riff) Not today. Not tomorrow. Take your sorrow. And go. (Final chord rings out)
