Witches in a Ritual - Tenement

Witches in a Ritual

Dancing 'round and 'round

Whimsical, and cyclical

Political

Fountains flowing- problems of the people on the ground

It’s magical and tragical

And miserable

Why do we seem to:

Run to the arms of the Brute

Witches in a Ritual

Never touch the ground

They tip toe on their fairy dust

And kick around

The ones that seem to:

Run to the arms of the Brute

Now if you think it’s safe, and you think you got it made

Well there’s a white collar rain check with your name in blood

And there’s too many graves, in the name of foul play

And we’ll be burying our sisters in the shallow mud

And you can call it out:

Witches in a Ritual

Dancing 'round and 'round

Whimsical, and cyclical

Political

Fountains flowing- problems of the people on the ground

It’s magical and tragical

And miserable