Lyrics

How swiftly those who've made a pact Can come to overlook the fact Or wish the reckoning be delayed But a debt is a debt, and must be paid! You do know what they say about twins Secretly parted, don't you? What? what? They say that if either twin learns that he was One of a pair, they shall both immediately die It means, Mrs Johnstone that these brothers Shall grow up, unaware of the other's Existence they shall be raised apart and Never, ever told what was once the truth. You won't tell anyone about this, Mrs Johnstone Because if you do, you will kill them! Shoes upon the table And a spider's been killed Someone broke the lookin' glass A full moon shinin' And the salt's been spilled You're walkin' on the pavement cracks Don't know what's gonna come to pass Now y'know the devil's got your number Y' know he's gonna find y' Y' know he's right behind y', He's starin' through your windows He's creeping down the hall Ain't no point in clutching At your rosary You're always gonna know what was done Even when you shut your eyes you still see That you sold a son And you can't tell anyone But y' know the devils got your number Y' know he's gonna find y', Y' know he's right behind y' He's standin' on your step And he's knocking at your door He's knocking at your door He's knocking at your door
Writer(s): Willy Russell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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