There is a witch
Her mouth it is stitched
Between lipstick
Black as night
And as night
She’ll meet you
In the morning
And her king he is
The god of lightning
thrashes on the cymbals brightly
Saunters when he talks
And walks
To liquor stores on
City blocks

And you know
I quit dreamin
When her eyes
They were demons
Transcending through mine
To the other side
And I’m possessed
By a feeling she’s coming for you
I’m foreseeing you’d better beware
If you even care

And she’s sending the dogs
She’s sending the dogs after you
And she’s casting her spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly

The Pisces prince
He sits and waits
For his breath to take
His life away
He’s sedated
And jaded
So long has he waited
For his queen to ride on silhouettes
And paint his profile
In its Sunday’s best
To inject the sea into his head
And lay fresh roses by his bed

But you know
She’s no angel
With her wings
Tied and mangled
She’ll not be satisfied
For you to just pass her by
She will wash you
She will dry you
She will enter
Inside you
Like a dream
She’ll make everything seem real

And she’s sending the dogs
She’s sending the dogs after you
And she’s casting her spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly

I’ve got a notion
To swallow this potion
To take a portion
And make some distortion
I hear their discussion
How they want destruction
How they want destruction
How they want control

How they want to rule
Rule the world

And you
You have gifted hands
You stand on the stage
And your presence commands
An emotion
Like the flow of the ocean
My friend I know that
You are weak
The beauty inside you
Is what they seek
They want to feed off of
The warming glow
That bleeds out your eyes
At the benefit show

And I know
That you’re someone
Who will never
Have anyone
The hole Inside you
It will never be glued

So watch out
For the vampires
Take notice
Of the higher powers
They’ll make you a whore
They’ll come to your door
And ask you for more

And they’re sending the dogs
They’re sending the dogs after you
And they’re casting their spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly

So I’ll bury the witch
I’ll bury the witch
With the ghosts
Of my past
I’ll forget the moment
That I ever Took her glass
And she will cut me up
And make her pictures
Out of my blood
And I will be forgotten
Like parts of the story