Microphones Witch Doctor
He has eyes that shift around,
She's in a bad mood.
Something I dont know about.
I have no choice.
Mad whenever I'm around,
Normal when I'm gone.
Friends pack their own bags
And leave this town.
Some amazing pole she's got,
Built into my head.
She's in a bad mood.
Eyes that shift around.
It's been three or four whole months,
That it's been this way.
Things keep growing worse, and worse,
I'm hypnotized, I'm dead.
