Bill Blood The Wytches

[Verse 1]
Here he comes now
Already amused
Gets up on the ladder
With a handful of screws
He straightened out then
He killed the pain
With distance and two
Crooked eyes on the aim

[Chorus]
No more praise for you
No more praise for you
No more praise for you
Whatever you do

[Verse 2]
I held it all in
I span like a wheel
My world had turned grey
So I made a deal
The sky did open
And a body fell through
Ah, here he comes now
Already amused