text: Bring to me your sons and daughters
  ‘Cause absinthe makes the heart grow fonder
  No, I dont care what momma says
  You’ll wind me up or youll wind up dead
  I dont care what momma says
  I don’t believe whatever this is
  Until you burn all of the witches
  I wont believe whatever this is
  Whatever they give you, stop drinking it down
  If I were you, then Id stop talking
  Cause soon youll be a dead man walking
  No, I dont care what momma says
  Youll wind me up or youll 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 wont 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 wont believe whatever this is
  Until you burn all of the witches
  I dont believe whatever this is