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 the 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 looking glass A full moon shining And the salt's been spilled You're walking 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 y' Y' know he's right behind y' He's staring 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 y' Y' know he's right behind y' He's standing on your step And he's knocking at your door He's knocking at your door He's knocking at your door