They Know Me

He slips in through the back door
And he helps himself to the patients' medicine
And he likes to look important
And he always looks like he's impotent
And each tale that he tells of the lives that he's saved
Is a spade full of dirt as he's digging his grave
And the deep blackened hallow he's patched with a badge
Is the happiness he's never had
And he says

"It's all right, they know me here
It's all right, they know me, they know me."

His flames are yesterday's tinsel
And his belly's the sail that propels him
Onto the rocks
And you know that even the noble Don Quixote would
Call him a mile away for a windmill
And each Sunday that passes he's rid of his sins
And he's ready to do them all over again
And God won't be mad for the money he stole
He put some in the offering bowl
And he says

"It's all right, they know me here
It's all right, they know me, they know me."

Soon comes the moment that all souls await
Just as sure as St. Peter will padlock the gate
But deep in his wallet's a shiny new coin
So, he turns and he winks and says

"It's all right, they know me here
It's all right, they know me, they know me

It's all right, they know me here
It's all right, they know me, they know me."

Devils, for liars, put brands on the fires
And everyone burns, with your glowing, red name on it
Finally, you've come to a place where they know you well