At the Door

[Verse 1]
Who’s that slouching toward the dawn?
Afterbirth waiting to be reborn
With smiling face that means no harm
Until they can tattoo your arm

[Chorus]
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?

[Verse 2]
Spy the spider, beats many drums
With a web of Belsen and the Somme
The hounds have torn from their tethers
An angel of death with tar and feathers

[Chorus]
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?

[Verse 3]
They’re electing hoursemen four
To leave you bleeding on the floor
They say thеy think what you feel
Then they plough you like a fiеld

[Chorus]
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this behind the wall?
And who is this at the door?
And who is this building a wall?