John Wesley Harding - Already Dead

Your footman barred me from the door
Said I couldn't see you no more
What's with this bureaucracy
When I filled the forms you left for me
He's a loyal man who waits for you
Where loyalty is such taboo
Sixteen keyholes in one straight line
I look through them from time to time

The weather down your end looks fine
But the forecast's grim down mine I'm no gamble better understand
I like to know the story plan
People say I got no sense
But I'm waiting for an audience with you

And all the wrestlers you've employed
And all the boys with whom you toyed
You tell me please don't get annoyed
You're behaving like some Helen of Troy
I don't care for original sin