"Juicy John Pink" by Procol Harum
lyrics by Keith Reid
Well I opened my eyes this morning,
I wasn't at home in bed
There were four angels standin' 'round me
I thought I must be dead
Yeah I opened my eyes this mornin'
Thought I must be dead
There were four angels standin' 'round me
And the room was beaded red
Won't you have mercy on your wicked son?
Take me up to heaven, or hell where I belong
Well the sky began to tremble
The rain began to fall
Four angels standin' 'round me
And it weren't no social call
Yeah, the sky began to tremble
The rain began to fall
Got down on my knees prayin' Lord
But it didn't do no good at all
Won't you have mercy on your wicked son?
Take me up to heaven, or hell where I belong
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