Lyrics:

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