Footsteps

Came upon a man selling crosses
$9.99 was the price of the saviour
On the cross
I said, "Man, salvation's gettin' costly these days!
Do you think you could swing me a deal
And tell me, tell me -- are you for real?
I see the trinkets here
You try to offer me
All polite gestures of a
Spiritual deficiency
Tell me, what do you believe?
What of the prophecy we read?
Come on and tell me
What do you believe...?"

Brother can you hear the footsteps,
Beating down your door?
Well, I know something's comin',
But I just can't be sure...
Is it an angel or a devil
A prophet in disguise?
If you don't believe it,
Take a look into my eyes...

The man just sat and stared at me
With a face as hard as stone
And I felt the fear rise up inside
As I turned to walk on home
But something made me turn around
Some kind of strange desire
And I knew right then, I was playing with fire...

Chorus

The man had no objections
To my opinions of the cross
He said he only worked the stand
For a man he called the boss
He said, "Take a look at these beauties here,
They're all 1/3 off!
Want to take your pick--
They're just $6.66..."

Chorus