Rebecca Naomi Jones - Murder Ballad lyrics

[NARRATOR] We light the match It starts from a spark We let the fire catch, Eliminate the, the dark The singer stands to sing Required listening from the Blue ridge mountains We hear them sing 'Someone's gonna die' Songs of Saints and of Sinners [ALL] There but for the grace of God, go I [NARRATOR] In a smoky club we let the record spin And Mack the knife delights by flaying the skin At least while Ella sings Or Bobby Darin swings [ALL] From New York to Berlin Come stories of true love gone awry Of devils and angels There but for the grace of God, go I [SARA] We all want to touch the flames [MICHAEL & SARA] But not get burned [TOM & NARRATOR] The pull of petty fate [MICHAEL] But don't touch [SARA] Don't [NARRATOR] On the radio they burn up the charts Pop songs of love gone wrong and bloody hearts Maxwell's Silver Hammer blow Hendrix calling out Hey Joe, hey Joe... hey Joe [ALL] There's always a k**er So logically someone has to die We sing the Murder Ballad's warning There but for the grace of God, go I Grace of God, go I Grace of God, go I [NARRATOR] Listen and I'll tell a tale A tale where good does not prevail A King, a Queen A Club, a Knave One is destined for the grave...