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