If it proves too hard harboring the fraud
Then grab your god cause we're lying
A misogynist who left a kiss on another killers lips
Seems that's what all a hypocrite should get
What a piercing, sharper wit
But it couldn't stab the witch
She had a suit of armor too many inches thick
BURN THE WITCH
BURN THE WITCH
I gathered sticks and stones to break those evil bones
Pleading breathing would postpone
To trust isn't enough, this century is rough
Believe in love and all that stuff
Melted down my money for a bluff
It's not a craft that I would like to be a part
When her calling card contains a pentagram inside a heart
BURN THE WITCH
BURN THE WITCH
She spelled it out and cast it down upon my head
Never questioning who I had let inside my bed
To trust isn't enough, this century is rough
Believe in love and all that stuff
Melted down my money for a bluff
The hourglass eroded right before her eyes
Watched the sand melt away the time
I kept a vial round my neck to catch her tears
And it stayed dry through all the sordid passing years
The doctor said to raise our torches to the town
To throw her in the deep and wish her luck
Let's hope she drowns
Psychedelia of a darker shade than usual, Francie Moon eschew kaleidoscopic colors for a slow, sludgey trek through the sonic badlands. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2019
“No Dados” does all that rock ‘n’ roll, at its most sorrow-driven, ever wanted to do for anyone—and that’s to fix a broken heart. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2019