The Black Spot Lyrics

This is the black spot the knock at the door

the siren the glove on the floor

The smoke from Pudding Lane

The thunder of the mill and the train

The black spot the knock at the door

the siren the glove on the floor

The smoke from Pudding Lane

The thunder over Blackham

Poor St Jude's your time is run

Worn down boots and Irish guns

Lock your doors bring out your dead

Sweep the floors and go to bed

We'll tempt the devil get your boots and sink your tea

We've seen it all before and we're less scared than bored

Your rose tint shades are only made to make today appear more grey

What would Annie say?

The black spot the knock at the door the siren

The glove on the floor the smoke from Pudding Lane

The thunder over Blackham

Annie Turner sits and weaves

Tough and twiny Blackham's eve

Now their golden empire's gone

Guess who they are stealing from

We'll tempt the devil get your boots and sink your tea

We've seen it all before and we're less scared than bored

Your rose tint shades are only made to make today appear more grey

What would Annie say?

High judge quakes the reverend kneels

Policeman turns upon his heels

When they drive us out damn spot

Our shades will stalk your coffee shops

We'll tempt the devil get your boots and sink your tea

We've seen it all before and we're less scared than bored

Your rose tint shades are only made to make today appear more grey

What would Annie say?

Your rose tint shades are only made to make today appear more grey

What would Annie say?