Frankie and the Witch Fingers
Cobwebs
Plenty
Of your little eyeballs
Swirling
Over and around you're
Squirming
Underneath his sharpened blade

Each one
Stuffed into his velvet
Fleshy
Hoses of the helpless
Flooding
Up his little bag of red
Severed head

Rolling
Down the inclinations
Opening
Tunnels of creation
Fiery
Glowing of the mouth inside
Purified

What would we need with the skulls of the filthy
Making his altar with flesh from their empty souls
Turning your dreams into liquids of potions
Ashes they burn like the foggiest notions

Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna
Gonna die

Cobwebs
Hanging from the next life
Upward
Reaching for a white light
Only
To be shown an evil red
Extinguish
All you little people
A wish
Only for the meat to
Burn quick
So he can destroy your minds
Dissolving time
What would we need with the skulls of the filthy
Making his altar with flesh from your empty souls
Turning your dreams into liquids of potions
Ashes they burn like the foggiest notions

Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea

Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea

Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna die yea
Bah bah bah bah
You're gonna
Gonna die