Watching from across the street There my little boy played with sand on his feet A little black cat his hands did greet Blood drops on white roses. Still curious about the source of all this crime And the paw prints of a cat always left behind That's it, how could I have been so blind!?! Blood drops on white roses. Gazing at his son he watches the cats every move Behind his back, the handle of a broom If he harms a hair on my kids head his daemon soul I'll remove Blood drops on white roses. Watching as in disbelief How could you have thought this chief? It's a harmless cat, not a soul devouring thief Blood drops on white roses. Helen Jameson wasn't taken over by a daemon cat Old Mrs. Morris fell down the steps, what more could there be to that? The car blew a tire so we all know the fault of that Blood drops on white roses. It's just a roaming cat by the name of Black Sabbath Good Lord what is your problem Smith!?! That cat's the link to the witchtown myth Blood drops on white roses. Brandon get out of that sandbox, leave that cat be! With that Sabbath walked away never again to be seen No one believes Mr. Smith and how he let his son Brandon's soul go free It's just an old belief in this beaten up town, an unsolved mystery. And still, after all these years, blood drops on white roses.Birth sign: Pisces
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