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Music and lyrics by Bruce and Jamie Watson

Lyrics

Candles burn in the darkness
Like chimney stacks over London town
While the emerald lady, she lays down
And the gaslight that flickers in 10 bells

Keeps the devil from touching me
Keeps the angels from kissing me
Keeps the jury from hanging me
Keeps Edison from frying me

A soldier returns from the drift
Like a hero in London town
While the general’s body, he lays down
And the gaslight that flickers in 10 bells

Keeps the devil from touching me
Keeps the angels from kissing me
Keeps the jury from hanging me
Keeps Edison from frying me

And The Prospect of Whitby is empty of sin
While the grave diggers bury the temperance men
A slave to the glass and the opium den

Ivan hides in the shadows
Like a red sky over London town
While another explosion tears through the town
And the gaslight that flickers in 10 bells

Keeps the devil from touching me
Keeps the angels from kissing me
Keeps the jury from hanging me
Keeps Edison from frying me

Keeps the dragon from chasing me
Keeps the river from drowning me
Keeps the mountain from crushing me
Keeps the devil from racing me