Calico Alley

For most everyone around
This is a ghost town
Send me to the bottom of the cave
I'm not afraid
Of a cold august day

Red hairs hangin from the branches of a dead tree
Rise from your bed, banshee
Rise like the sun
Which is setting on the chosen one

Sunset is a verb down in calico alley
Sunset is a verb down in calico alley
Sunset is a verb down in calico alley

Skull and crossbones... hear the chant comin from the street
Buried under my feet
Listen for the moans
Of the victims of an urban Davy Jones

More like Deborah Marie James, if we're namin names
Pirate or witch, really doesn't matter a stitch
She's just here to ruin lives
You'll see her red hair before she arrives
And then you'll see her gown
But thats all you'll see when the sun goes down

Sunset is a verb down in calico alley
Sunset is a verb down in calico alley
Sunset is a verb down in calico alley