Don't Give The Devil a Foothold

Don’t give the devil a foothold,

Don’t let him get a foot on the first rung,

Don’t leave open a window

Don’t give him the breath from your lungs

 

Don’t give him the time of day,

Don’t be drawn into talking a while,

Don’t be enticed by his flash smile,

Don’t be taken in by his style

 

 

Don’t give that politician a sound-bite,

Don’t take that pushers first free hit,

Don’t give that lawyer your number,

Don’t fall for any of it.

 

 

Don’t let him find you a loophole,

Don’t let him make you pay for it,

Don’t let him persuade you to shoulder your burden,

There are no martyrs in this outfit.

 

 

I gave the devil a foothold,

I opened a window for him,

I engaged with his pretty words

Now I am collecting the wages of sin,

 

 

I entertained the devil,

I had him right here on my couch,

It’s a conversation I can never end,

In pain, but can never say “ouch”

 

 

So don’t give the devil a foothold,

‘Cos it’ll be a ladder too soon,

He’ll be into your room,

And spinning his doom,

And you’ll be a prisoner of gloom.