Banshee

Loud was the sound of the birds

When they landed in spite of noise

From the boys with the rocks in their fists

Looking to bring a man

Down to the bottom of a thousand ton well

One tiny push send that man into hell

He hit with a thud, there'll be no work tomorrow

Just a funeral for a guy with time that he borrowed

Isn't it crazy?

Ode to the one that'll drag you down

Isn't it crazy?

Ode to the one that'll let you drown

Wait for the call, it'll come by tomorrow

Your banshee, your lust, indifferent sorrow

Honey, don't run 'cause there's nowhere to go

She's got your number, she got your code

Blue is the color your skin fades to

When there's no pump of blood

Through your veins or your heart

Or when you got no love

Trouble is looking for someone to drain

The rattle does roll when there's something to gain

Was it the shove that done did that man in

Or the lady who came and blew in with the wind?

Isn't it crazy?

Ode to the one that'll drag you down

Isn't it crazy?

Ode to the one that'll let you drown

Wait for the call, it'll come by tomorrow

Your banshee, your lust, indifferent sorrow

Honey, don't run 'cause there's nowhere to go

She's got your number she got your code

Hail to the mother, tell your brother, your friends

Can't lock your doors 'cause she's already in

Dressed all in black with a staff in her fist

She wails to her hounds, sink their fangs with a kiss