
The Black Spot Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
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?