Customs

Who are you?
Oh, whats your destination?
Will you come around?
Oh, will you come around?
Who are you?
Oh, whats your expectation?
Will you come around?
Woah, woah, will you come around?

So, I been there before, maybe just once or twice
I was locked outside that door, and so you said to me
Oh that it wont be long, no it wont be long before you
Our swept out of the wave, all these words may be the last you will say
One to the left and now a few to the right, a little bit further on down
You find the light

A little bit further on down that road, bumped into a man said son
Your stories going to be told, not by the speed in with which you move
But by the time you didnt lose, with those that surround you
There all around you, theyre the 1's to the left and the few to the right
Oh a little bit further on down you find the light

So when the devil may come
So when the devil may do
I cannot wait for the day when he's down on his knees, and bowing to you
So when the devil may come
So when the devil may do
I cannot wait for the day, oh no no no, no I cannot wait for the day
No no no no, no I cannot wait for the day when hes
Down on his knees, and bowing to you