She's driving down this golden road in her cadillac
She's got my soul in the bathroom where she
She tells it secrets of what might have been
Special secrets of what might have been
And the fire still burns and the witch still screams
And the fire still burns and the witch still screams
And the fire still burns and the witch still screams
And the fire still burns and the witch still
Screams..
One-eyed Jack speaks to her through the sheets in a
Small town
It's in, it's in a small town, small town, small
Town
And the heart still crushes
And the cage gets shut
And the witch still screams
And the wax still lays on our pillow
The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow
The wax, the wax, it still lays on our pillow
Our pillow, our pillow, our pillow, our pillow
It still lays, it still lays, it still lays
And the knife still cuts cuz things if not true should
Not be said
They should not be said, not be said, not be said
So vomit will stain and vomit will stink
Cuz just like from the beginning to the end
Two only know the truth and that's why
That's why lies are great things to them
That's why, that's why, that's why lies are
Lies are great things to, to, to, to them
That's why, that's why, that's why, that's why
Lies are great things to, to, to, to them