文本歌词

The Sins of Memphisto - John Prine
From the bells of st Mary
To the count of monte cristo
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop the sins
Of memphisto
Sally used to play with her hula hoops
Now she tells her problems to therapy groups
Grampas on the front lawn staring at a rake
Wondering if his marriage was a terrible mistake
I'm sitting on the front steps drinking orange crush
Wondering if it's possible if I could still blush
Uh huh
Oh yeah
A boy on a bike with courduroy slacks
Sleeps in the river by the railroad tracks
Waits for the whistle on the train to scream
So he can close his eyes and begin to dream
Uh huh
Oh yeah
From the bells of st Mary
To the count of monte cristo
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop the sins
Of memphisto
The hands on his watch spin slowly around
With his mind on a bus that goes all over town
Looking at the babies and the factories
Listening to the music of mister squeeze
As if by magic or remote control
He finds a piece of a puzzle
That he missed in his soul
Uh huh
Oh yeah
From the bells of st Mary
To the count of monte cristo
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop the sins
Of memphisto
Adam and eve and lucy and ricky
Bit the big apple got a little sticky
Esmeralda and the hunchback of notre dame
They humped each other like they had no shame
They paused as they posed for a polaroid photo
She whispered in his ear
Exactly odo
Quasi modo
From the bells of st Mary
To the count of monte cristo
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop
Nothing can stop the sins
Of memphisto
Sally used to play with her hula hoops
Now she tells her problems to therapy groups
Uh huh
Oh yeah