.:: 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 I’m counting' 1, 2, 3, 4   Don’t wanna fight this good fight no more      So I’m 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   "Don’t you live for what I died for"      So I’m staring' through the window screen   Wishing I could do all those things I’ve 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