Bring to me
Your sons and daughters
?Cause absinthe makes the heart
Grow fonder
I don?t care what momma says
You?ll wind me up
Or you?ll wind up dead
I don?t care what momma says
I don?t believe whatever this is
Until you burn all of the witches
I won?t believe whatever this is
Whatever they give you
Stop drinking it down
If I were you
Then I?d stop talking
'Cause soon you?ll be a dead man walking
I don?t care what momma says
You?ll wind me up
Or you?ll wind up dead
I don?t care what momma says
I don?t believe whatever this is
Until you burn all of the witches
I won?t believe whatever this is
Whatever they give you
Stop drinking it down
I hear voices
I see visions
These spirits
Are your prison
I hear voices
I see visions
These spirits
Are your prison
I don?t believe whatever this is
Until you burn all of the witches
I don?t believe whatever this is
Until you burn all of the witches
I don?t believe whatever this is
Until you burn all of the witches
I don?t believe whatever this is