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...