Текст песни Juicy John Pink - Procol Harum

Well, I opened my eyes this mornin'
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 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
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
Fell 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, not hell where I belong, yeah