In a lonely town, in an abandoned house
Lived Mrs Bea, alone
With pictures of her husbands
And untouched dolls,
If u ask her, she would smile and tell u the story,
Of her lovely daughter and her lovely deeds,
Of how pure of a human being,
And how she killed fishes with bricks.
She would bake you cake and make u tea,
But shiny cups too have dark stories,
Cause, when u leave,
She will dance, and dance with the evil
She will bow and kneel to satan
And make wishes, so her daughter knocks her coffin.