Hurry, hurry, 'cause every night's a worry
I've been alone too long
Mary's caring but always says the right things
She's been away too long

Kisses with memories but I am here to punish
For fear for grace would fall
I'm [bad word] bent, torment, now I know what God meant
Hello death, my old friend

And it's little boxes all made into houses
That's where they sleep, my friend
I sing a song of sixes, invoke the curse of witches
In a remote woodland

So hurry, hurry, 'cause every night's a worry
And I've been alone too long