Ghost Mice – Witches And Warlocks Lyrics


I'm tracing pentagrams with chalk onto my floor
I'm lighting candles cookin' curses
Casting spells to bring a storm
That will cloud up over Bloomington
And make black the midwest sky
I'm pushing pins into the map to mark
The points for lightning strikes
May the ashes of the university
Make their way out to the sea
And may the bones of the invaders
Mix with the bricks of burned buildings
We will make them into mortar
And we will build this town again
I'm calling on dark forces
To take me back to Bloomington
We'll dig some holes and plant some seeds
Grow trees back in the park
So the bums will have some shade to drink
And a place to sleep when it gets dark
Nick will get his job back when we re-open the Vonlee
We'll watch movies and eat popcorn
But this time we won't have to sneak
We'll make music in our basements
We'll play four-square in the streets
We'll carve hexes in our our highways
To ward off the wicked beasts
And this time we'll keep our city safe
We will keep our city sweet
We will keep our city free
One by one and block by block
We watched it slip away
As the towers of our enemies
Grew taller everyday
Until at last I cast away
And tried to find some better place
But it's wings are wide and cast
It's shadow down on everything
So I'm praying to the Lord and every
Other god I know
To give me a flaming sword
And some extra lightning bolts
And the power to destroy the ones
Who took our town away
And the strength we need to build it back
And make it something great
And this time we'll keep our city safe
We will keep our city sweet
We will keep our city free
And Sam will come back from California
And she will know just what we need to do
And all the cool kids that I've met
In all the places that I've went
Will hear the booming of the battle and come too
We'll make this place into the greatest place
There's ever been
All we want is a place to live
The kind of lives to want to live
So I'm rubbing every lantern that I find
I'm chasing every rainbow that I see
I'm searching all the clovers
Trying to find one with four leaves
Anything that could grant one wish to me
Anything that could grant one wish to me
And Portland will not save you and Olympia will fall too
And Gainesville will surrender someday
And I know Bloomington will never be the same
I know Bloomington will never be the same