Murder Ballad

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

QUARTET

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

QUARTET

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 pretty 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

QUARTET

There's always a killer

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...