Singing The Lost Umbrella Blues
Arthur Leal
3:10Oh, it's on a broom, she's casting doom Twisting beauty into gloom, boom, boom, boom, boom Flying high under the moon, casting spells dark as noon Ah, yeah, ha Witch, witch, witchhess Pretty flowers, now they rot Her magic touch, it leaves a blot Sparkle turns to shadows creep What was bright, she makes it deep Witch, witch, witchhess Pretty flowers, now they rot Her magic touch, it leaves a blot Sparkle turns to shadows creep What was bright, she makes it deep Witch, witch, witchhess Witch, witch, witchhess, on us Witch, witch, witchhess, on us Witch, witch, witch, witchhess Pretty flowers, now they rot Her magic touch, it leaves a blot Sparkle turns to shadows creep What was bright, she makes it deep Witch, witch, witchhess Everything she sees, she twist Waiting hands, she throws a fist Cast a curse, make it worse In her past, she'll lose the hearse Charming faces turned to stone When she flies? She flies alone Spits turn into net Beauty fades in her dark life Witch, witch, witchhess Witch, witch, witchhess, witches, on us First, glad she cast spell But things don't stand too well We're so hungry, look at soon This was cold, now it's new