In a dark and misty house Where no christian man has been Wicked annabella mixes a brew That no one's ever seen Relatives have passed her by Too scared to even say hello She's in perpetual midnight She shuts out the day And goes about her sinful ways
I, I've seen her hair, I've seen her face Look towards mine I, I've felt her eyes burning my sole Twisting my mind
Little children who are good Should always go to sleep at night 'Cause wicked annabella is up in the sky Hopin' they will open their eyes
Don't go into woods tonight 'Cause underneath the sticks and stones Are lots of little demons enslaved by annabella Waiting just to carry you home
