Lyrics:

He slips in through the back door
And he helps himself to the patients medicine
And he like to look important
And he always look he's imponent
And each tale that he tells of the lives that he's saved
Is a spade through a dirt as he's digging his grave
And the deep, black, and hallow, he's patched through the batch
Is the happiness he's never had
And he says
It's alright, they know me here
It's alright, they know me
They know me
His flames are yesterday's tinsel
And his belly's the sale that propels him onto the rocks
And you know that even the noble Don Quixote would
Call him a mile away for a windmill
And each Sunday that passes, he's rid of his sins
And he's ready to do them all over again
And God won't be mad for the money he stole
He put some in the offering bowl
And he says
It's alright, they know me here
It's alright, they know me
They know me
Soon comes the moment that all souls await
Just as sure as Saint Peter will padlock the gate
But deep in his wallet's a shiny new coin
So he turns and he says
It's alright, they know me here
It's alright, they know me
They know me
It's alright, they know me here
It's alright, they know me
They know me
Devils for liars, put friends on the fires
And everyone burns with your glowing red name on it
Finally you've come to a place where they know you well