Procol Harum -
Juicy John Pink
(trower / reid)Well I opened my eyes this morningI wasn't at home in bedThere were four angels standing round meI thought I must be deadYeah I opened my eyes this morningThought I must be deadThere were four angels standing round meAnd the room was painted redWon't you have mercy on your wicked sonTake me up to heaven not hell where I belongYeah!Well the sky began to trembleAnd the rain began to fallFour angels standing round meAnd it weren't no social callYeah, the sky began to trembleThe rain began to fallI fell down on my knees praying, lord!But it didn't do no good at allWon't you have mercy on your wicked sonTake me up to heaven not hell where I belongYeah!
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