John Coffey Oh, Oh, Calamity
Oh no, calamity no!
The lights are down but
Sleep is not the issue!
On this most suspicious of nights
Buildings are just a symbol
As is the act of it!
Oh no, calamity no!
The lights are down but
Sleep is not the issue!
On this most suspicious of nights
Buildings are just a symbol
As is the act of it!
Oh no, calamity no!
The lights are down but
Sleep is not the issue!
His eyes stared
From man to man
They rested
Upon me
And then he spoke and he told me to die
So he ended me
Oh no, calamity no!
The lights are down but
Sleep is not the issue!
On this most suspicious of nights
Buildings are just a symbol
As is the act of it!
Oh no, calamity no!
The lights are down but
Sleep is not the issue!
On this most suspicious of nights
Buildings are just a symbol
As is the act of it!
Oh no, calamity no!
The lights are down but
Sleep is not the issue!
His eyes stared
From man to man
They rested
Upon me
And then he spoke and he told me to die
So he ended me
His eyes stared
From man to man
They rested
Upon me
And then he spoke and he told me to die
So he ended me
Hope is but hanging on a thin piece of wire
Hope does not fester in the shape of any man alive
But then there's the sound of a sweet angel choir, singing hallelujah
But then there's the sound of a sweet angel choir, singing hallelujah
