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 
Ah ah ah ahOh oh oh oh 

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 

Ah ah ah ah 
Oh oh oh oh 

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