Wicked Annabella - Dave Davies

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 soul

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 the woods tonight

'Cause underneath the sticks and stones

Are lots of little demons enslaved by Annabella

Waiting just to carry you home