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Blood On the Pane, Prints On the Sill
Kinfolk pleading with me say "John" "Keep dancing with the devil And you'll wind up gone" There ain't no need to take alarm I've got my brand new Blue suede dancing shoes on Wake up early in the morning To get the jump on me I can be found underneath Any old sycamore tree Pulling on a pipe And peering at the Moon Sitting in the dark Laughing like a loon There was blood on the pane Prints on the sill One way to heaven A million to hell I can hear Saint Michael's trembling bell Trembling bell, trembling bell Ring your bell, baby ring your bell Rock the bell, rock the bell There's a river in the valley That'll cleanse your soul Wash the blood from the hands From the life that you stole If that life is your own You better drop all of the pebbles And scrub with a stone If you had saw what I had seen You could scrub all you want But you'll never come clean You can string me out Hang me up to dry I'm going to bleed this life Till the day that I die I accepted God right before I fell One way to heaven A million to hell I can hear Saint Michael's trembling bell Trembling bell, trembling bell Ring your bell, baby ring your bell Rock the bell, rock the bell
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