Deady - Speedy Ortiz

Hey, ho, the nanny goats groan.

They fall in line.

They lock and they fold.

No kids at their teet so their milk turns cold.

Hey, ho, I fall in line too.

An enchanted bitch full of vice and rue.

Silk and spin, stitch and twine, and a mandrake root.

Does the spell release or do I fade too?

I wished I was dead

When you called me up and said,

«You let snakes in your bed.»

I wish my god’s law

Let me do that thing I want.

This depression’s not my fault.

Hey, look out, the tower’s on fire!

It’s the virgin priestesses feeding that pyre.

Wield an axe so sharp, shoot the blade in the dark.

Blood weddings only for my terrible heart.

I’ll tell you something I never should have said.

More than myself, I wish that snake dead.

Sell my soul to the devil if he brings me her head.

I wish I was dead.

Pump my chest full of lead.

Would you call on me again?

I wish my god’s law

Let me do that thing I want.

This depression’s not my fault.

Am I so invincible?

Cast the agate in the cauldron, melt my heart wound, curse my foes.

These dark arts tear the living apart.

Mouth shut, mumbled up.

I’m never gonna say the things I only wanna say.

The things I’m never gonna say:

«I wish I was dead with a bullet through my head.»