Lyrics The Sad Witch - Hefner

The Sad Witch

You wouldn’t believe in my new belle she flits and weaves a curious spell
And under my skin there’s a place where she resides
Finding a release in prayers and psalms I will obey her articulate commands
She is just a coquette and how I wish I could forget
Breathing new life in to the sad witch and she promised me three wishes and all
I wish is she should remain here
A poisonous saint with a brittle, crippled frame and she fooled me with her
motherly gestures, my only guess is she’s misguided
The sins, the sins the heavenly limbs that greet below the red, red lights
Hold no sway with me now she’s my intended
The jewels around her neck retain a curious sheen, god is in my heart and
tearing at the seams
Her atheist tracts are certainly persuading
(and I don’t know, and I don’t want to know, if she floats or drowns,
if she floats or drowns.)