Whiskey And The Wild Witch
Apocalyptic poet rapping in his prime
Cataclysmic quotations clapping out rhyme
Suburbia white picket fences surround gardens green
As Pink says welcome my son welcome to the machine
The spirits are strong and I got an itch
Whisky, whiskey and the wild witch
Rich man is poor and poor man is in the ditch
Just give me whiskey, whiskey and the wild witch
Misty daze summer haze always something to say
Trying hard to think I need a drink yesterday
Crimson neon light flashing bright go go arama
A crowd of men a hooting and hollering drama
The spirits are strong and I got an itch
Whisky, whiskey and the wild witch
Rich man is poor and poor man is in the ditch
Just give me whiskey, whiskey and the wild witch
Sixteen going on thirty-four a familiar scene
I’m lusting in fantasy she’s caught in a dream
I smile to the bartender and he gives me a nod
She wears a gold cross but it ain’t for the Son of God
Her spell was cast the future had become the past
Evil was grinning my world spinning darkness vast
Doctor Who deja vous I’m lost please give me a clue
I received your letter but you sent it postage due
The spirits are strong and I got an itch
Whisky, whiskey and the wild witch
Rich man is poor and poor man is in the ditch
Just give me whiskey, whiskey and the wild witch
And there are tiny gnomes tap dancing on my head
Praying to God for mercy wishing I was dead
Slurring tongue all that comes fumbling out is what she said
She has a crooked nose but she laughs boys I’m well bred
The spirits are strong and I got an itch
Whisky, whiskey and the wild witch
Rich man is poor and poor man is in the ditch
Just give me whiskey, whiskey and the wild witch
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