SCRATCHIN' AT MY DOOR - Phantom of the Black Hills Phantom of the Black Hills

SCRATCHIN’ AT MY DOOR

Washed in the blood of Jesus
Cooled in a villainous wind
Fed on the lamb of William
What kind of Devils was them?

I’m not feelin’ happy anymore
He’s been gnawin’, scratchin’ at my door

Tryin’ hard to believe
Waitin’ on bended knee
If he ain’t here to see
I’ll be bitin’ the hand that feeds

I’m not feelin’ happy anymore
He’s been gnawin’, scratchin’ at my door

Divinity is my woman
She’s been my saving grace
But know that it’s gotten to me
She reels at the look on my face

She’s not feelin’ happy anymore
I’ve been gnawin’, scratchin’ at her door

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