In the furthest dive from nowhere I took my life off track Confronted by an ancient man A lipstick demon on his back He grabbed me with his leather claws And he stared into my soul And he said "You're too proud to be wise, son, but you're too stupid to grow old"
He said, he said, he said He said "I'll tell you a little story 'bout the wicked witch of wonder" Hell! No! Don't let her take my soul
He said those wedding bells And her hair of fire It tied his tongue in prison chains And broke him with desire How could a woman said With innocence and beauty too Take the soul of a poor young boy When she said I do?
He said, he said, he said He said "I'll tell you a little story 'bout the Wicked Witch of Wonder" Hell! No! Don't let her take my soul
And he leaned in with her dead blue eyes And he asked me with his wizard lips "Son, why are you suprised" I responded with a cautious smile Who is this wicked witch You ain't never seem a man so terrified Like a dog he was ready to quit He would vocalize the answer But he told me with his eyes "I've seen so many things my son but your mother's who I truly despise"
'Bout the Wicked Witch of Wonder 'Bout the Wicked Witch of Wonder 'Bout the Wicked Witch of Wonder Hell! No! Don't let her take my soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
