Shoes Upon the Table
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
An' a spider's been killed
Someone broke the looking glass
A full moon shining
And the salt's been spilled
You're walking 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 staring 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 standing on your step
And he's knocking at your door
He's knocking at your door
He's knocking at your door
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
An' a spider's been killed
Someone broke the looking glass
A full moon shining
And the salt's been spilled
You're walking 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 staring 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 standing on your step
And he's knocking at your door
He's knocking at your door
He's knocking at your door
Credits
Writer(s): Willy Russell
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