Mommys a Witch

Pulling across the bitter frost, shit storm towns, people stare

Midsummer night becomes your nightmare

In the middle of the night, the angels, they grow

They've fallen asleep, and you've tucked them in

Beneath the sheets

They cry sin, sin, sin

Now alas, they all are dead or gone beyond the seas

For further for religion fed or else they take their ease

Now alas, they all are dead or gone beyond the seas

For further for religion fed or else they take their ease