Who lives in a heart like this
The door is open wide
The outward signs are promising
But let's take a look inside
The person who lives here would seem
To know just what he's after
No scripture texts upon the walls
And thoughts of God bring laughter
No Bible by the bedside lamp
Replaced by Sunday papers
The silver ashtray overflows
With nicotine remainders
The guest rooms are all occupied
By envy , greed and lying
But the greatest clue to who lives here
The owner's slowly dying
So there you have the evidence
But before you make decisions
Remember , Satan doesn't have to stay
He only rents accommodation
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