Blues of the Witch
I’m an exquisite stunning witch, as everyone can see
take my crooked nose, it’s got such personality
why there’s so much hatred piled onto me
remains a mystery
children are so wretched, poisoning the land
spreading their diseases ‘cause they never wash their hands
they take and take and take but give nothing in return
when will all the human beings learn?
so I dine on children for the greater good
but pitchforks and knives confine me to these woods
shouldn’t they be grateful for all my wondrous deeds?
after all, I’m strengthening their breed
Words & Music by John Banrock
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