I walked in. There said slim. Cleaning up his memory with some sapphire gin. Mr. Paine grabbed my arm. Pulled me aside. And said kid are you ready for the wild ride.
Who at the door is standing. Patiently drawing near. Entrance within demanding. Whose is the voice I hear. . All through the dark hours dreary. Knocking again is He.
Chorus:. What I don't know. Might not hurt me. If I stay dumb. And no one tells. But if I find out. That you've been cheatin'. What I don't know. Might get you killed.