Potiphar's Door

When I was a little boy, I couldn't know the cost of going to war

When I counted 'em and walked that aisle, you know that I couldn't count that high

But now I can count that high

And Im counting' 1, 2, 3, 4

Dont wanna fight this good fight no more

So Im knocking on Potiphar's door sayin'

"Hey, on second thought, I might be in for some more"

So I'm knocking on Potiphar's door

While the keeper of the keys and the knocker on the door says

"Dont you live for what I died for"

So Im staring' through the window screen

Wishing I could do all those things Ive seen

I know it's sin that leads to death but it looks like fun to me

And fun is the one thing I need

Because this race has knocked the wind all out of me

There are so many things I wish I had done before I repented

And when I said it, sometimes I wonder if I really meant it

I have this bad habit of raisin' the dead

And inviting them to eat at the table in my head

The old house it has been plundered, the deed has changed hands

The owner is all bound up and exiled to a foreign land