Up in a boneyard rests in peace, is the collector of misery
oh mr stevens, mr stevens
with his grime and his uncoof ways, he hasnt left his home in days
oh mr stevens, mr stevens
Its 7 o clock and the dark has fallen
out comes the man whos shadow is tall and,
crookedly arranged to scare the children
the russle of the chains is enough to keep them
away from moans and the distant cries
kids will be kids but theyl keep on telling lies
of mr stevens, mr stevens
the curtains are drawn and lights off
its just another day in the life of old mr stevens
Its 7 o clock and the dark has fallen
out comes the man whos shadow is tall and,
crookedly arranged to scare the children
the russle of the chains is enough to keep them
Away from the gates of the old archway
that leads to the doors were the lions will prey
of mr stevens, mr stevens
the flowers are tall and tangled and dead
and no one ever knows whats going through the head
of mr stevens, mr stevens
Its 7 o clock and the dark has fallen
were is the man whos shadow is tall and,
crookedly arranged to scare the children
no russle of the chains as no one has seen him
you told me youd get to me anyway
you told me youd help me escape
from the crooked hands that tied me together
and the rickety bones at the bottom of the cellar.
you told me I was a tin soldier
you told me go stand in the corner
you was the one that tied me together
and you was the one that locked me in the cellar
