Aish trees gave their keys
Yet none will set me free

The woody nightshade drooped her beads
An' bade, come feed on these

Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find

I ascend three steps to hell
The school bus heaves up the hill

The sloey spears on Witches Mead
Cussed, cussed, come and lean on these!

Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find
Look behind yourself, red-eyed
'Gainst the wilder-mist to what you'll find