You're staring at your crystal ball
Who's the fairest of them all
Making potion for a lotion
Casting spells over the ocean

The evil eye is everywhere
Winged monkeys in the air
Poisoned apples
free delivery
What happened to freedom and liberty

You gotta burn, burn witch burn
It's a cruel cruel cruel world
Got a one-way ticket no return
You gotta burn, burn witch burn

Everyday's gotta have new tricks
On the road with yellow bricks
Destination Emerald City
Where everything's wonderful and pretty

Gotta make it like wicked
But if a heart is black and crooked
Mirror mirror on the wall
Remains silent and then you fall

You gotta burn, burn witch burn
It's a cruel cruel cruel world
Got a one-way ticket no return
You gotta burn, burn witch burn

You're staring at your crystal ball
Who's the fairest of them all
Poisoned apples free delivery
What happened to freedom and liberty

You gotta burn, burn witch burn
It's a cruel cruel cruel world
Got a one-way ticket no return
You gotta burn, burn witch burn

Burn witch burn

Would you tell me that you love me
If you never really cared
Would tell me that you leave me
If no tears were never shared

Don’t you try to tell me
It’s all over again
Don’t you try to show me
Loneliness my old friend

Every night I want you back again
Every night I’m in the black
Every night I need your love again

I wanna see you dressed in black
I want you back
In black
I wanna see you dressed in black

Should I stay forever lonely
Like I never really cared
Should I answer when you call me
Like those years were never there

Don’t you try to tell me
It’s all over again
Don’t try to show me
Loneliness my old friend

Every night I want you back again
Every night I’m in the black
Every night I need your love again

I wanna see you dressed in black
I want you back
In black
I wanna see you dressed in black

She likes to sleep her nights with the window open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince
would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats
a "please no ads" sign on her door
Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red

She hates Christmas nights more
than dressing up in white
The lightning's something she adores
like Frankenstein's Bride
She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead
church yards give her more
No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Drinks Absinthe after giving head
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Whispers Dracula in her bed
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met