Creedence Clearwater Revival

When the sky is gray
And the moon is hate
I'll be down to get you.
Roots of earth will shake.

Sinister purpose
Knockin' at your door;
Come and take my hand.

Burn away the goodness;
You and I remain.
Did you see the last war?
Well, here I am again.

Sinister purpose
Knockin' at your door;
Come and take my hand.

I can set you free,
Make you rich and wise.
We can live forever;
Look into my eyes.

Sinister purpose
Knockin' at your door;
Come and take my hand.

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