Let me state my position, middle-class and so missionary
I'm so wary of the pain when the doorbell rings
Though I've learned how to utilize tongue-in-cheek as a modus operandi
I never know what to do when the doorbell rings
Should I scream, "I believe it's danger!"
Should I shout, "You're still a stranger!"
Maybe walk away like a youngblood amateur
Maybe then again it'll all work out
Like a Saturday matinee, black and white and so full of heroes
They always knew what to do when the doorbell rings
Should I scream, "I believe it's danger!"
Should I shout, "You're still a stranger!
Maybe walk away like a youngblood amateur
Maybe then again it'll all work out
But when it comes to the elegance of a well-placed meaningful intention
My retention just fades when the doorbell rings
Should I scream, "I believe it's danger!"
Should I shout, "You're still a stranger!"
Maybe walk away like a youngblood amateur
Maybe then again, it'll all work out now
Should I scream, "I believe it's danger!"
Should I shout, "You're still a stranger!"
Maybe walk away like a youngblood amateur
Maybe then again it'll all work out
Given time, I can give a lot, given room it'll be my pleasure
All I need is some faith when the doorbell rings
When the doorbell rings, when the doorbell rings
When the doorbell rings, when the doorbell rings
