The Dead Milkmen - Mary Ann Cotton (The Poisoner's Song) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Mary Ann Cotton (The Poisoner's Song) - The Dead Milkmen



The Fiddleback spider spins its fine web
In the shade of the hemlock plant
There's a little brown bottle up on the shelf
And busy hands can't help themselves
Poison makes the world go round
Poison makes the whole room spin
Mary Ann Cotton, Dead and forgotten
She lies in her bed, With her eyes wide open
Sing, sing, oh, what can I sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string
Bring me a bouquet of belladonna
Trimmed with a sprig of mistletoe
Bloodroot, white poppy, the black widow spider
And the cobra's kiss
Mary Ann Cotton was hanged from the gallows
And on her grave a strychnine plant grows
In Mary's footsteps others will follow
For there's no end to what the public will swallow
Where, where? Up in the air
Sellin' black puddens a penny a pair
Poison makes the world go round
Poison makes the whole room spin



Writer(s): Rodney Linderman


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date de sortie
21-12-2012




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