Look at her walk. Walk down the hallways. Of our minds day and night. Look at her walk. Walk down the hallways. Into our souls. She’s taking control. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Red Headed Mama. Red Headed Mama. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. She will cause a change in you. That you’ve never felt. First, you’ll burn. And then you’re gonna melt. You’ll feel the fire burn. Deep inside your eyes. And soon your body’s lost. And feeling hypnotized. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Red Headed Mama. So sweet. Red Headed Mama. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Boil. Boil. sings her brew. You hear her calling? She’s calling you. A drop of your heart. A pinch of your soul. Her old black magic. Has taken control. You’d better crawl back under your stone. Where it’s cold, dark, and damp. And you’re all alone. Red Headed Mama. Red Headed Mama.
words by j. wilson & b. askew
photo by cottonbro @ pexels
john wilson 