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