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 each 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 lookin' glass
A full moon shinin'
An' 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 you
Y' know he's right behind you
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 you
Y' know he's right behind you
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

What's your name?
Michael Johnstone, but everyone calls me Mickey
What's yours?
Edward Lyons
Do they call you Eddie?
No
I will
Will you?
How old are you, Eddie?
Seven
I'm older than you, I'm nearly eight
Well, I'm nearly eight, really
When's your birthday?
July the eighteenth
So's mine
Is it? Really?
We were born on the same day
That means we can become blood brothers
Ah, do you want to be me blood brother, Eddie?
Yes, please!



Credits
Writer(s): Willy Russell
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