Song of Joy (2011 - Remaster)

Have mercy on me, sir, allow me to impose on you

I have no place to stay, and my bones are cold right through

I will tell you a story of a man and his family, and I swear that it is true

Ten years ago, I met a girl named Joy, she was a sweet and happy thing

Her eyes were bright blue jewels, and we were married in the spring

I had no idea what happiness a little love could bring

Or what life had in store

But all things move toward their end, all things move toward their end

On that you can be sure

Hit it

Then one morning, I awoke to find her weeping, and for many days to follow

She grew so sad and lonely, became Joy in name only

Within her breast, there launched an unnamed sorrow, and a dark and grim force set sail

Farewell happy fields, where joy forever dwells

Hail horrors hail

Was it an act of contrition or some awful premonition?

As if she saw into the heart of her final blood-soaked night

Those lunatic eyes, that hungry kitchen knife

Ah, I see, sir, that I have your attention!

Well, could it be?

How often have I asked that question?

Well, then in quick succession, we had babies, one, two, three

We called them Hilda, Hattie and Holly

They were their mother's children

Their eyes were bright blue jewels, and they were quiet as a mouse

There was no laughter in the house, no, not for Hilda, Hattie or Holly

"No wonder," people said, "poor mother Joy's so melancholy"

Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home

I was visiting a sick friend, I was a doctor then

Joy and the girls were on their own

Yeah

Oh yeah

Joy had been bound with electrical tape, in her mouth, a gag

She'd been stabbed repeatedly, and stuffed into a sleeping bag

In their very cots, my girls were robbed of their lives

Method of murder much the same as my wife's

Yep, method of murder much the same as my wife's

It was midnight when I arrived home, said to the police on the telephone

"Someone's taken four innocent lives"

They never caught the man, he's still on the loose

It seems he has done many, many more

Quotes John Milton on the walls in the victim's blood

The police are investigating at tremendous cost

In my house, he wrote, "His red right hand"

That, I'm told, is from Paradise Lost

The wind 'round here gets wicked cold, but my story is nearly told

I fear the morning will bring quite a frost

So I've left my home, I drift from land to land

I am upon your step, and you are a family man

Outside, the vultures wheel, the wolves howl, the serpents hiss

And to extend this small favour, friend, would be the sum of earthly bliss

Do you reckon me a friend?

The sun to me is dark and silent as the moon

Do you, sir, have a room?

Are you beckoning me in? Hit it