Bandwitch

Put the little kids in the corner

With their face and their eyes on the floor

Put the little kids in the corner

With their face and their eyes on the floor

My favorite band

Is a witch

Find themselves in poet corners

And they still like to dick

It's of course, they're afraid

It's a fine complicate

You can find, demonstrate

Slip along, demon ways

My favorite band

Is a witch

Find themselves with perfect mornings

And they still try to live

The menstruation

Pulitzer Prize masturbation

A little morning cries

I wish on thievery of corners

Admit the cries

I know he's saying

He's saying, "so tired"

They'll have to put the little kids in the corner

With their eyes and face on the floor

You're so fucked up now

You're fucked up now

You're fucked up now

Put the little kids in the corner

With their face and their eyes on the floor

Put the little kids in the corner

With their face and their eyes on the floor

I know you want me to keep on going

You want me to keep on going

And you know wherever I am