*Verse 1* Come on over, brother, There’s a place for you with me. I’ll tell you all my secrets, You can tell me what you see. I’ll laugh when you are laughing, I’ll cry when you are blue, And every little promise I’ll make you think is true. I’ll stand beside your shoulder When the whole world turns away. I’ll tell you I’m your soldier, I’ll swear that I will stay. You’ll think you found a brother, A friend who understands— But you never saw the shadow Crawling underneath his hands. *Chorus* **Get him on your side,** Get him close enough to trust. Tell him every pretty lie He needs to hear from us. Wear the color that he loves, Smile beneath the light— Then change like a chameleon When you’ve got him in your sight. **But I don't want to get robbed, No, I don't want to get robbed. You can have my money, You can have my old Ford truck, But don't come looking for my soul. I don't want to get robbed.** *Verse 2* They say the devil's clever, And I reckon that's the truth. He don't always show his horns When he's coming after you. He's Satan, chief of demons, And he's been around awhile. He knows exactly what to whisper To make a sinner smile. He'll tell you, “You deserve it. Go ahead and take a bite. Nobody's gonna know about it. Nobody's gonna mind.” And while you're looking at the apple, He's already made the deal— He's selling you a kingdom That he never owned to steal. *Chorus* **Get him on your side,** Get him close enough to trust. Tell him every pretty lie He needs to hear from us. Wear the color that he loves, Smile beneath the light— Then change like a chameleon When you’ve got him in your sight. **But I don't want to get robbed, No, I don't want to get robbed. You can have my money, You can have my boots, But don't come knocking for my soul. I don't want to get robbed.** *Verse 3* He'll come dressed up in wisdom, He'll come dressed up in gold. He'll tell you freedom's waiting If you do what you've been told. He'll paint the road with pleasure, Make rebellion look like grace, Then leave you standing empty When the darkness takes its place. He'll change his colors quickly— Red, gold, green, and black. He'll be whatever you need him to be To keep you coming back. But underneath the colors, There's an ancient enemy, Still whispering the oldest lie: **“You don't need God. Just follow me.”** *Bridge* Red when he is angry, Gold when he wants your eyes. Green when he needs your envy, Blue when he disguises lies. He can wear a thousand faces, He can speak a thousand tongues, But underneath the costume Is the father of the wrong. And when the room goes silent, And the masks begin to fall, You'll see the darker creature That was waiting through it all. The devil isn't after dollars. He isn't after cars. He isn't after silver chains Or fancy country bars. **He's after what God gave you That money cannot buy. He's after your eternal soul— And I ain't gonna let him have mine.** *Breakdown* I never needed you to love me. I needed you to **believe** me. I never needed your devotion. I needed you to **follow**. I never wanted your freedom. I wanted you to surrender it And call the cage your home. But I've seen that old chameleon. I've seen the colors change. I've heard that serpent whisper My name. So I'm planting both my feet And I'm drawing one line. **You can keep the world. You can keep the lies. You can keep the glitter And the promises you shine.** **But you ain't getting mine.** *Final Chorus* **I don't want to get robbed, No, I don't want to get robbed. You can have my money, You can have my house, You can have the tires off my truck. You can even have my fishing spot— Well… maybe not that one.** But you ain't getting my soul. No, you ain't getting my soul. Satan, you can change your colors, You can crawl into the light, You can dress yourself like an angel, You can whisper through the night. But I know what's underneath you. I know the game you play. **And I ain't selling Heaven For a bargain with the grave.** *Outro* So if I come with open hands And tell you I'm your friend, Look carefully beneath the colors Before you let me in. Because the darkest things don't always come crawling through the night. Sometimes… **they smile at you in daylight.** And if that old chameleon comes knocking at my door— I'll grab my Bible, turn on the porch light, and say: **“Satan, you ain't robbing me today.”**
