The Garden

I let the devil bend my ear
for just a bit too long
he had me guessing 'bout the God in me
and taking shelter in the storm

I've got to make it out
this temptation is killing me
of that I have no doubt
yet still I lie here willingly
(I've gotta make it out of the garden)

I let the devil come inside
cause he been knocking so strong
that pound was drowning out the reason in me
with the rhyme of the easy come, though easy soon be gone

I've got to make it out
this temptation is killing me
of that I have no doubt
yet still I tire here willingly
(I've gotta make it out of the garden)

So I gave the devil his damned due
and he hung on til I forgot about the dawn
the morning rose on with no thought of me
as I lied there mired by the fruit of the forlorn

I've got to make it out
this temptation is killing me
of that I have no doubt
yet still I pine here willingly
(I've gotta make it out of the garden))

Yea I know the devil's insincere
but the Good Word just seems to far gone
oh how this sin is so immediate
and virtue's vaulted somewhere deep within the psalms

I've got to make it out
this temptation is killing me
of that I have no doubt
yet still I die here willingly
(I've gotta make it out of the garden)

But I've come to know the devil and his crux
you get what you give, that's what you get for giving up
This s,s, soul of mine can and will sacrifice this touch
for the feel of love rather than the s, s, steal of lust
(I've gotta make it out of the garden)