As the bearer of life and good fortune
I've been patiently sitting in this rocking chair
swaying back and forth on your porch waiting
to get invited up to your doorstep
So that the demon attached to your soul
That you've been getting tortured by
Can get scorched alive
And then sent back down into the deepest depths
Of the lowest hell with all the sorcerers
With the monsters the beasts and urchins
I'm only telling you this because its urgent
You need to take off that for sale sign on your chest
And accept your portion is what the lord says
I know the past and the future I can foretell
And I don't want to see you end up in the mortuary
I'm an angel of the Lord