Witches Lyrics

Alix Olson Witches

They’ve made us fear every year
Every extra hair that sprouts on tit or chin
Til we begin to forget the wisdom we’ve collected
Til we’ve defected to the distinguished older men
And they win-- again
Well, i’ve decided to trade that old lady prescription
For a witch revolution that defies description
This hag will ride her wrinkles to the sky
When i’m an old witch
I’ll be ready to fly
I’ll just saddle up my saddle bags
One pouch for each thigh
Pack em with pride
Yeah, grip my thick sides and ride
I’ll grasp my broomstick with a gnarled knuckle
Buckle in each saggy tit
Then f*ck that shit, i’ll say
These fat witch titties hurt today
And they’ll wiggle
Loose and alive
And as my broomstick rises
I’ll shake my hips like tambourines
Alarming little boys with the noise
Of my shaking thighs in the skies above
And all the while, the little girls will smile
Cause they’ll know the music of sisterly love
And it’s funny how they say an old c*nt
Should be all dried up
Cause i’ll give myself a lube job
Shake my broomstick til my clit throbs
Til i sing into the winds the unpredictable desire
The unfathomable fire of self-loving passion
Til i scream the screams of rapes unwitnessed
Til i moan the moans of wives accosted
By "boys will be boys" who just lost it for a moment
The groans of all those moments running together
Into some woman’s forever
I’ll rise with the song of the witch unleashed:
This bitch barking wild, this woman-child
This tight-ass c*nt uncoiling
At the sight of the cauldron boiling...
See, in that sky we’re gonna cause some trouble
Make a little dick stew bubble
We’ll need the tongue of a liar or two
Some bush and some rudy should do
A sprig of rush limbaugh, i thought
A dash of ronnie reagan on top
That slop is bound to trickle down
A wall street boy, a ceo or two
They can downsize all day
While they’re merging in our stew
And the eye of newt too
And all the other mean white boys—
The military, the budget, some of their toys
To keep em quiet while they’re brewed
You know boys when they riot
They’re downright rude
And i’ll keep stirring up my pot
Stirring up my plot to throw in any man
Who puts his hands on my sister when she says no
Who’s looking tasty now, mister
In you go
And i’ll be flying
I’ll have my hands in my hair
I’ll grasp the gray, pay homage to its journey
Stroke my leathered skin, full of fight and fury
Weathered by the storms of audre lorde
The rage and glory that hover
By stories of sisters loving each other
And i’ll spot a boy scout
Helping a granny across the street
Feeling manly and strong
Til this witch charming comes along
I’ll sling my tits like grenades
To the ground. they’ll anchor me down
I’ll whoop and howl like jane
Swing down on a varicose vein
Unfold my stomach rolls for red carpet
My royal landing to the street
I’ll sweep that granny off her feet
Make room on the back of my broom
And we’ll rise through the skies
Two witches surrounded by sisters
Soaring through roaring storms
Thunder clouds obscuring vision
But we’ll know our mission:
To keep riding high
So i can’t wait until the day
I make my cane my broomstick
Sweep myself off my own two feet
Pick out all my false teeth and grin-
Til i’m like mother jones or harriet tubman
Like audre lorde or emma goldman
Like bessie smith or lucille clifton
Til these bones are in their crone prime
And at that time i won’t grow old with a lady’s grace
Won’t look in the mirror at my wrinkled face
And sigh or groan or cry
Cause i’ll be looking at the face of a proud old witch
Who’s finally ready to fly--
See, all that hocus pocus shit
Is just to scare you away, brother
Cause real witch magic is just
Sisters loving each other