(Intro) C Am C Am
This street holds its secrets like a cobra holds its kill
C Am C Am
This street . . . business. . . jailer. . . jail
C Am C Am
That house . . . haunted. . . that door's a portal to hell
F G C G C
This street minds its secrets very well
F G C
Repeat (That man wears his skin, etc.)
Bridge:
Lord, you play a hard game. You know we followed every rule
Dm G C
One thing that we thought we'd never lose
Am F G
All I ask is if she's with you, please keep her warm and safe
Dm Am
C Dm
And if it's in your power, please purge the memory of this place
F
G C
C Am C Am (then repeat above for final verse ? "this life")
