Lyrics: Voltaire. 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 important

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 hollow he's patched with a badge
is the happiness he's never had

and he says, 'it's alright, they know me here.'
'it's alright, they know, they know me.'

his flames are yesterdays 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 alright, they know me here.'
'it's alright, they know me, they know me.'

soon comes the moment that all souls await
just as sure as saint peter will padlock the gate
but deep in his wallets a shiny new coin
so he turns and he winks says:

'it's alright, they know me here.'
'it's alright, they know me, they know me.'
'it's alright, they know me here.'
'it's alright, they know me, they know me.'

the devil's for liars, put brands on the fires
and everyone burns with you're glowing red name on it
finally you've come to a place, where they know you well.