When the devil comes a knocking, Knocking on your door, Hide away like you’ve done, So many times before. Bolt the latch and shut the windows, Snuff the candle glow, Hold your breath and pray he leaves, Before he comes to know. He has walked the road of sinners, With their ashes on his tongue, Whispering every heinous sin, Since time itself was young. You think he comes for others, Like the faithless or the wild, But the devil keeps a ledger, love, And your name is neatly fil