The Tale Of Solomon Snell Lyrics - Whisper House - Duncan Sheik

Listen if you will, I have a tale to tell 

Of an unfortunate man, the name of Solomon Snell 

And the philosophy he should have embraced 

That says no matter what you do, you'll never be safe 

Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell 

Too much trust is the road to hell 

Rightfully nervous, he took every precaution 

He paid three armed men to drive him to Boston 

But wouldn't you know it, he was broke on arrival 

His own men robbed him and took off in style 

So he wanted to marry a girl who was true 

And on the basis of her name he wed fidelity prue 

She had a handsome cousin she would visit in Charlotte 

Well, she said he was her cousin, the brazen harlot 

Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell 

He played it safe and it didn't end well 

Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell 

Too much trust is the road to hell 

He caught yellow fever, down Charleston way 

Before you knew it, they were digging his grave 

But he was most terrified of being buried alive 

And so to his finger a bell was tied 

You see Snell had arranged for a man to be paid 

To listen for the bell when he was buried in his grave 

But the man got drunk and when the bell did sound 

Solomon lived but he stayed in the ground 

No one heard a sound 

Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell 

Too much trust is the road to hell 

Ring the bell, ring the bell for Solomon Snell 

You can play it safe but it won't end well 

You can play it safe but it won't end well 

You can play it safe but it won't end well