歌词
Aish trees gave their keys
Yet none will set me free
The woody nightshade drooped her beads
An' bade, come feed on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find
Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I ascend three steps to hell
The school bus heaves up the hill
The sloey spears on Witches Mead
Cussed, come and lean on these
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find
Ah, ah, ah
Ah-ah
