“Over The Hills”

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Over the hills and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go
Where shadows roams and demons dwell
With the pretty maids all in a row
Pick up my cane and spin around
With an evil grin on my face
Bend them over, spank their ass
And put them in their place

Over the hills and through the woods with a red clock on my head
Where goblins play and were-wolves roam
With scratches down my skin
Look at my hands with bloody nails
Digging in my palms
Reaches out and grabs the crop
Then snaps across the skin

Over the hills and through the woods with my vial pressed upon my lips
Where vampires pray and Angel die
With a basket on my hip
With nightingales singing in my ear
As I skip along the path
Picks up a switch, sways to the beat
Cracks upon my back

Over the hills and through the woods with my bonnet upon my head
Where lovers flee and hatred is
With tear running down my eyes
Picks up my whip points at you there
Music playing in my head
Now grit your teeth here comes the whip
Lashes upon your skin

Over the hills and through the woods to grandmother’s house we go
I snagged my prize, look at him here
He’s bloody as the day he was born
Whipped and craned, cropped and scratched
Tortured to no end
Grab his hair, collared his neck
Yes now he is all mine…..