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Charlotte O'Heather
03:15
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Her name was Charlotte O’Heather
And she glowed with a goldenrod sheen
But the world showed her nothin’ but trouble
And so she grew twisted and mean
She used to grow windowsill flowers
‘Til a scoundrel he wasted her youth
So she let them drop all of their pedals
While she dreamed of his neck in a noose
And her old bones walked
(Old bones walked)
They say her old bones walked
(Old bones walked)
Down to the river and it dried
She used to wear pearls and satin
‘Til she had to sell every stitch
It kept her from life in the poor house
But folks called her spinster and witch
The kids would all run from her doorstep
And swear they’d escaped from some curse
If only somebody had told them
That their meddling would earn them much worse
You wanted a witch
(Wanted a witch)
I’ll give you a witch
(Give you a witch)
And soon you’ll regret
(Soon you’ll regret)
Such a foolhardy wish
(Such a Foolhardy wish)
(X2)
She gathered her roots and her laurels
A book bound in black leather hide
She opened her heart to the darkness
And read all the pages inside
She felt it creep into her fingers
A power from deep down below
She swore they’d all pay for their trespass
And damned be her will made it so
When her old bones walked
(Old bones walked)
They say her old bones walked
(Old bones walked)
Down through the township
And they all died
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2. |
Mary Mercy
03:00
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Wood bowls of porridge
And baskets of oranges
She brings them down
To the kids at the orphanage
Four grains of strychnine
In each of the gifts she brings
Teeming with mercy
And this is the song she sings
Come now little children
I’ll make you sleep
I’ve seen all of this world
It’s not so sweet
Rest now none can find you
None can harm you or me
Soon we’ll be unburdened
Just wait and see
Close your eyes fall asleep
Run away from all you’ve seen
Rest your head and believe
You will always be at peace
Close your eyes gal asleep
(Drifting out I’m asleep)
Run away from all you’ve seen
(I think I’ve seen you in my dreams)
Rest your head and believe
(Thinking now I believe)
You will always be as peace
(I know I’ve seen you in between)
Close your eyes gal asleep
(Drifting out I’m asleep)
(Come now little children)
Run away from all you’ve seen
(I think I’ve seen you in my dreams)
(I’ll make you sleep)
Rest your head and believe
(Thinking now I believe)
(I’ve seen all of this world)
You will always be as peace
(I know I’ve seen you in between)
(It’s not so sweet)
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3. |
Giulia Tofana
04:28
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In a little town in Italy
Sixteen-hundred-thirty-three
Whenever there was a gal in need
There was Giulia Tofana’s masterpiece
A poison with no scent or flavor
Heavy work for the boneyard graver
Scores of men had lost their lives
When Giulia had met their wives
If you find yourself in need
These are words that you must heed
Find her on Palermo Road…
And you will know her by her vile vials and High piles of dead men
Some call her sinner, some call her a saint
You better clutch your pearls cause this tale might make you faint
Those gals in need of a deadly helping Hand who need to unalive their good for Nothing man
There’s an elixir a way to start anew
Just 4 small doses and no one will have a Clue
(Uh oh)
Don’t be ashamed it’s just the only way
You’d never hurt a fly
But a fly he surely ain’t
Oh Aqua Tofana get some if you wanna
It’s just a bit of arsenic and lead and belladonna
So all you losers, grifters and abusers
Can’t you see it’s clear that you no longer Have a future
(Oh no$
Make it a cocktail make it in a stew
It’s a slow killing poison and it looks just Like the flu
(Uh oh)
At death’s door he’ll have time to Contemplate the sins of his doing but Repentance is too late
(Oh no)
Aqua tofana get some if you wanna
He’ll never see it coming from his Sweetheart Belladonna
(Uh oh)
It’s time to meet your everlasting doom
At the bottom of a bottle that you thought was just perfume
(Oh no)
And if you still don’t seem to understand
Well the wrath of a woman is as deadly as A man’s
(Uh oh)
(Oh no)
With her vile vials and high piles of dead Men
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