Well I opened my eyes this morning I wasn't at home in bed There were four angels standing round me I thought I must be dead Yeah I opened my eyes this morning Thought I must be dead There were four angels standing round me And the room was painted red
Won't you have mercy on your wicked son Take me up to heaven not hell where I belong Yeah! Well the sky began to tremble And the rain began to fall Four angels standing round me And it weren't no social call Yeah, the sky began to tremble The rain began to fall I fell down on my knees praying, lord! But it didn't do no good at all
Won't you have mercy on your wicked son Take me up to heaven not hell where I belong Yeah!
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