My fingers are stained blue

My intentions stand true

To the spell you are under

Your soul i plunder

I'll lay you down on my examination table

While i listen to the memories of you playing fable

This is revenge of a witch

Whom you've turned the switch

And made into a rightful bitch

Are you watching the stars

Oh how the glisten

Can you hear the cars

Oh stop and listen

We're in the world that doesn't belong

So how on earth could it be wrong

to travel so far from

the detention of which we came

of which you held fame

well now who's prisoner again

i will lock you in my den

forcing you to watch bad sitcoms

don't think about what you're sitting on

this is just another poem that wont make sence

making me seem quite dumb and dance

well I'll watch the elephant jump the fence

but i haven't a dime to spare

i hope that you wont care

because i spent the money mother gave me

on a happy little green tree