Absinthe

Bring to me Your sons and daughters 'Cause absinthe makes the heart grow fonder No, I don't care what momma says You'll wind me up or you'll 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 won't believe whatever this is Whatever they give you, stop drinking it down If I were you Then I'd stop talking 'Cause soon you'll be a dead man walking I don't care what momma says You'll wind me up or you'll 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 won't 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 won't believe whatever this is Until you burn all of the witches I don't believe whatever this is